final memories

With only an open book final remaining for me, I did what any logical person would do. I used my night yesterday to catch up on TV shows I missed last weekend. This meant that I had to scramble early this morning to get my outline together for the test. I had not read most of the books that were assigned for the class, so for the first time since high school, I relied on Sparknotes to get me through the exam. I had planned on leaving the house at 7:45 am in order to get to school well before my 8:30 final began. However, since I did not wake up until 6:30 am, I ended up not finishing putting together my outline until 7:30 am. I then set the sucker to print and jumped in the shower. Much to my dismay, 15 minutes later when I got out of the shower I discovered that the printer ran out of paper (I was printing about 80 pages). So I had to reload the printer and wait for the printing to finish. This gave me enough time to download the test (which has been available for over a week) before I left the house. It was about 7:10 by the time we were finally on the road.

Fortunately, we made it to school in record time and I had 5 minutes to spare before my final began (it would take me about that long to get logged in and ready to go). I wasn't positive about which room the final would be administered in, but I decided to take my chances with one of the rooms on the main floor. The room was dark. On the the next room. Thankfully it was the correct place (I could see my classmates in there) so I walked in. At which point I was promptly informed that they had no more tests. I thought the proctor was telling me that there were simply no more tests in that particular room (most of my classes are large enough that the exams are administered in 2 rooms).

So as I was turning around to go find the other room, I realized that this was a rather small class and there shouldn't be another room. As it turns out, this was the only room. The test administrators were not given the correct number of tests. I ended up going into one of the other rooms to wait for someone to bring me a test and as I sat there waiting for them to go print it I just kept thinking, "Maybe I should just go tell the professor that I don't want to take the final after all... maybe he will just give me a 3.3 and let me be on my merry way... maybe they won't be able to find anther copy of the test and then I really won't have to take it." Eventually the proctor came back with a copy of the test for me, and I ended up taking the final for 2 hours all by my lonesome self in that room. And you know what? It was actually nice to just sit there by myself and not hear 20 other students typing away furiously. I always wonder what everyone else is typing. Truth be told, there have been numerous times where I have gone back to add things to my answers just so that I look like I'm typing just as much as everyone else. But at least that chapter of my life is now over... well, except for that whole bar thing, but I'm just going to try to pretend like that doesn't exist for a few days.