Whoever decided to put an exam first thing Saturday morning was a sadistic. Now there's a great way to start off your weekend! Not! Anyway, so I woke up yesterday morning after just a pathetic five hours sleep because I couldn't get to sleep for ages the night before (and no, I was *not* worrying about the exam - I just didn't care about it). It wasn't until Friday when I found my study peak, and worked productively throughout the whole day. Typical. Anyway, for some reason, I wasn't even nervous about the exam, I just wanted to get it over with. It had become like a chore - something that wasn't particularly scary, but more tiresome and the sooner it was over with, the better. Graham picked me up just before 8am (okay, so it's the crack of dawn for me!) and we drove to the uni, and got there half an hour early, so we split up, and I went over to meet all my friends there. I felt a lot better at one stage - half the people I was with hadn't even studied for it. *sigh* Anyway, the exam sucked, to put it nicely - I managed to do the four essays they required us to do (this is in two hours), but how well, I don't know. And personally, I actually don't care. I mean, it's over, right? If I failed, it's not the end of the world because I'm changing courses next semester anyway.
Now I just have Psychology to get through, and I've always considered that the easiest exam outta the two - so hopefully now, it'll be smooth sailing until the end of the week! Woohoo!