Sugar we're going down typin'

Exam flashbacks are worse than the worst flashbacks from a long night drinking tequila with whiskey chasers. I will take - oh man, did I really say that while doing the moonwalk topless in front of 40 people I don't know? Oh, and I really projectile vomited in the middle of the street? over - oh fuck what was that last question about?? Why didn't I mention ________?? Fuck, I am totally going to get a C if I average that out with the grade I got last semester maybe that will elevate me to B territory, probably not because this one was worth 75%. Hopefully enough people did worse than I did to get me a B- which should definitely put me in B territory. FUCK.

So, yeah, contracts exam is done. And I have a lovely can of Sofia sparkling wine thanks to A chilling in the fridge and am going to attempt an aspirin mask which may at least temporarily stop my face from erupting. And, I did study a lot and I did all the reading and went to all the classes. And, at least I typed furiously to the end unlike the great Civ Pro disaster of last semester where I gave up once I realized I knew maybe enough to pass. BUT STILL.