I take my comprehensive finals this Friday.
The word “UGH” has played a great part in my vocabulary these last few months.
Four questions. Six hours.
Fail one or two and re-write or do an oral over the next few months. Fail more than two and take the whole thing over again in December.
Fail in December and you’re gone.
Nothing like pressure to help someone appreciate the small things in life. Then again, it certainly isn’t the end of the world no matter what happens. The future is still out there and regardless of how this ends, I have learned a great deal.
Still, it’d be nice to wake up Friday morning, eat my breakfast, go for a run and not feel like a great big gorilla made a decision to do a tap dance on your gut.