Oh yeah, I guess I should tell you about the actual day’s events.
So I post here and then spend another hour studying. Go to bed and set my alarm for 7am to make sure I’m up and ready to go.
And when it rains, it pours.
I wake up at 10:30 am, which is too late for my first final. That is the class I am in my second time around in. So I wake up and am literally running out the door, why? Because I have to be sure I’m there in time for the second final. Even though I had an hour, I was so off balance and confused by missing the first final, I’m sure I’m f*cked for the day.
I did manage to write a short email to the Prof asking if I could make it up in some way or if I needed to go to the Dean’s office for make up permission.
In any case, I’m literally having a panic attack. I have to admit, I’m a total mama’s boy. When the world is going to end, I’m calling my mom and she’ll calm me down. So what do I do on a morning like this? I call my mom.
She isn’t surprised when I call her, especially during finals week and I say, “Mom, I need you to calm me down.” She knows I get stressed during this week and she is my last line of defense against insanity. So she’s very calm and helps me talk through what’s going on.
So she calms me down and I actually do alright on the second final. To add to it, the Prof emails me back and lets me take the final later today. So I took it as well and did pretty good.
Man, the morning had me so freaked out but it ended up alright in the end.
All thanks to my mama.