Exam

I am heavily struck by an imense fear of my exams. I woke up this morning with a horrible feeling that everything has gone pearshaped and ugly. I have been weighed and measured, and found wanting. To put it short:

I am inexcusably and undenyingly screwed.
Seriously.

It's a bit like the feeling you get when you knock an expensive vase off a table and see it falling to the planks. Only that it takes 4 weeks before it disintegrates on meeting the unwelcomed flatness and firmness of the floor.

I have approxemetly 2000 pages of psycology to consume, and 700 pages of social scientific history for my "Examen Facultatum", or the exam for an introductory course in the history of political and social sciences.

(Of course, I am probably well off in learning about political sciences, but if a wanted to learn about this, i would have choosen societal sciences or politics as my main subject. At the moment SvExFac (as it's called) is regarded as a pile of unimportant and irrelevant nonsense by mostly the entire first year psycological community at Uni)

So, where was I.
Ah, yes:

I'm screwed.

Well, I've found out that i can't just sitt her sulking. So I'm doing a grand days work in getting through a chapter properly today. Properly, in the sense that when I'm done for today, i won't have to read these pages again. But the pages are long and the theme is hard.

But with my "No sulking"-campaign going on, I should just swallow my pride and dive into a month worth of nerdness and hard work.

And believe it or not, I'm actually putting my current Terry Pratchet book away, and trying to fall asleep through the words of Adam Smith and Max Weber and the likes of other social scientists through the books at my bedside.

I'll be such a marvelous, happy chap when this lot is over with.

Cheers to all you other exam readers and writers out there.

I feel your anguish.