Well, I never made it to the second review session for the final yesterday morning. In fact, I don't think anyone that I know wound up attending. I decided it was more important to sleep and rest up rather than sitting through another mind-numbing, confidence-shattering tortuous three hours.
After I awoke from my glorious slumber (insert sarcastic eye rolling here), I made my way to Mel's for our afternoon study meeting. Unfortunately, I arrived in an absolutely horrendous mood. This was, in part, the result of the numerous RPD traffic blocks that I had to navigate in order to get there as well as my awkward and random encounter with the senile nursing home patient who hounded me while she attempted to find her way home. Additionally, the news that my friend who had been in the ICU at Mass General was now in a drug-induced coma did not help lift my spirits, nor did the unpleasant and abrupt tiff with my boyfriend.
After getting "settled" at Mel's I found it nearly impossible to concentrate. My complete lack of motivation was fueled by the fact that every time I checked my answers with the key, I'd always be in error. To make matters worse, even though I had the correct answers I still had difficulty reproducing the results, leading me to the inevitable conclusion that with regards to the final exam on Wednesday, I'm totally screwed.
Ever feel like no matter how much you can take, life throws you that one extra punch just to make sure you get knocked down? Yeah, that really is the story of my life. Boo.
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