Butterflies
I know most of you may not be in school, but I am, and I'm sure you all remember this.
You are in the final hours before a test. You are cramming and cramming, trying to fit just one more fact into your overstressed brain. You are sick to your stomach, your head hurts, and you just want to go to sleep and wake up and find out that you passed that test.
And then... you write that test. And there is no let down. No relief that it is over. It just morphs straight into: Oh gosh. Did I pass? I'm sure I screwed that question up. I should have gone back and changed that. Shit, I should have studied more. Man, I just don't effing know.
That's how I feel right now. As of now, I have written that test about 12 hours ago. (Don't ask me why I am still up, I could not tell you. I really should go to bed and sleep, considering I have class in 6 hours, but I just can't seem to fall asleep.) What makes me even more nervous is the fact that I was finished first. Does that mean I did really awesome? Or did I f*ck it up completely! Did I actually know the answers, or did I just spout random bits of information. For the life of me, I can't remember what I wrote. The test was on Chemistry, and I could have been waxing poetic about Napoleon for all I know.
I guess it does not matter. It is done. I can't go back and change it. I just have to wait to see how I did. A week should not kill me. But it sure as hell kills my concentration on anything else.
You are in the final hours before a test. You are cramming and cramming, trying to fit just one more fact into your overstressed brain. You are sick to your stomach, your head hurts, and you just want to go to sleep and wake up and find out that you passed that test.
And then... you write that test. And there is no let down. No relief that it is over. It just morphs straight into: Oh gosh. Did I pass? I'm sure I screwed that question up. I should have gone back and changed that. Shit, I should have studied more. Man, I just don't effing know.
That's how I feel right now. As of now, I have written that test about 12 hours ago. (Don't ask me why I am still up, I could not tell you. I really should go to bed and sleep, considering I have class in 6 hours, but I just can't seem to fall asleep.) What makes me even more nervous is the fact that I was finished first. Does that mean I did really awesome? Or did I f*ck it up completely! Did I actually know the answers, or did I just spout random bits of information. For the life of me, I can't remember what I wrote. The test was on Chemistry, and I could have been waxing poetic about Napoleon for all I know.
I guess it does not matter. It is done. I can't go back and change it. I just have to wait to see how I did. A week should not kill me. But it sure as hell kills my concentration on anything else.
posted by Laura @ 2:10 AM
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