Other activities that I interested myself in were the stacking of goldfish crackers on my various text and notebooks and finding awkward music mixes in iTunes where soft pieces from the 2002 movie version of “The Phantom of the Opera” ended in an “OH YEA-E-AH,” by Adam Levine.
It was scary the first time.
I should probably un-distract myself from the topic of my distractions and get back onto the topic of my final exam.
I went to bed last night at two-thirty something due to a revelation by my roommate that we had a packet of work due for another class the next morning. So, it was a later night than anticipated, and, as the hours ticked on, I eventually resigned my distracted mindset to sleep because I had at least gone through some of the material. “Don’t worry, self.” I said, “You’ll wake up tomorrow refreshed at 7:45am and be able to review all the note in class that you didn’t go over.” Ha ha ha.
I’m not sure how many times I hit the snooze button, but that didn’t happen.
I ended up being violently awoken by my roommate at 8:45am with my class beginning at 9:00am. And by “being violently awoken” I mean, “Hey Jess?” “Mmm…” “Don’t you have a class at nine, or something? It’s quarter till.” “Crap…”
Somehow I made it on time.
For weeks our professor had worked up the tension. Milking it until we all stood wide-eyed the Wednesday before, completely nerve-wracked. I mentally flagellated myself for not being as responsible as I should have been and for procrastinating so profoundly in my studies. What would I do?
Then the test was passed out.
Question 1:
______________ is which of the following?
a) Superman’s objective for saving the planet.
b) What occurs when diagnosed with Asian bird flu.
c) Perfume used by Madonna.
d) __________________________________ (legitimate answer)
Not word for word, but that’s exactly how it was written. There were at least six like this. It was the silliest thing. I mean, seriously. There was even a question that said, “FREE QUESTION. SELECT ANY ANSWER TO RECEIVE FULL CREDIT.” Those answers said things like, “My professor is awesome,” or “I love Acting.” You know, with how difficult my professor is when he grades things, there was no way I saw this coming.
So simple. It’s almost pathetic how accomplished I feel about it.
I want to discuss something else, now. Something like this:

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