This past week has been one of the most stressful weeks of my life. Earlier in the week I find out from two of my professors that their tests are going to be pushed back another day. Now instead of having my exams split up between Tuesday and Thursday, I was blessed to have three, yes three fucking exams all on Thursday. This mad me not a very happy camper. The fact that the three tests were spread out over the day made it somewhat better, but still it was a very stressful day.
Let me talk about the beginning of my week by saying, my studying came earlier. With having these three exams, which were anatomy, communications, and chemistry, I needed to start studying in advance because their was absolutely no way I would survive Thursday without busting my ass earlier to secure that I knew all the information to do well on these tests. For the next three nights, Monday through Wednesday, I was studying for everything, between my classes and even at parts during, I was completely in a studying mode, not because I wanted to but because my grades depended upon it.
Communications was my first exam Thursday at 8:00 a.m. This was our second test and I wanted to get a better scored then on my last one. The first test I got an 80. I wasn’t pleased but the lack of my studying and quick cramming before that, gave me my result. This time around I went over board. I created a study guide, nicely typed and all, and studied so much. This time I was prepared for it. During the test, I was speeding through, knowing more then last time. When I handed the test in, I was confident in myself that I just did really well. Later on in the day, I checked online, we have a grading system called angel. This allows our professors to update the grades as work is handed in and tests are completed. This helps us know how we are doing throughout the semester and were we stand. As I look on angel, I see a 94%. I was so fucking happy because that was only one test down and I still had two more to go.
I had a chem lab now; it was about 10 a.m. at this point. I completed the lab quickly because my next exam was at 1:30 and it was anatomy. For the next three hours, I studied my ass off, but it didn’t really matter. Because when I sat in class and she handed out that monster 15-page test, I was like Eddie Murphy in my head saying, “ Get the fuck outta here.” This is a movie quote from Beverly Hills Cop III. This test was so big and long, I did what I was 100% sure about first and then what I wasn’t confident about after. When I handed that test in, my head was so drained but I knew I had to hang in there for one more test.
It was about 3 p.m. after that test was done. I headed to the library to meet up with some of my friends and studied for chemistry. Only as I sat down, I didn’t care anymore and just wanted this day to be over. I thought I was ready and didn’t need the studying. I just sat, talked and had a good time. I needed this after already two tests in the book and one more to go.
It was time for the test. I was in class, so worried before he handed out my exam. Only to realize once I got it, I turned the pages and looked through and said, “WOW! This is going to be cake. Confident in all my answers and understanding everything completely I kept going through my tests banging out all the questions. This was great because it was my last exam and I needed a breather. When I was completed this, I doubled checked all my work. When I handed that bear in, I knew I at least received a 90 or above. There is no way I could do worse, lets hope.
With all of these exams, working out was in the back of my mind. Although Monday and Tuesday I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and did run. Yes, I know it must have been crazy but I needed some working out this week. Besides those two days and a little bit of abs on Wednesday, I decide to relax and take the rest of the week off. I also decide that I was going to begin a new lifting program again. I always changed my mind, but I need to find a good plan that works and I can stick to.
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