I have a biochemistry midterm on Wednesday. It is one hour long and only worth 15%. I have never been so scared of a test in my entire life. Me and my transfer freinds keep saying the same thing "I have never studied for five days for any test in my entrie life! Not even first year organic chemistry* finals."
*We just try to think of the hardest course we have ever taken and organic chemistry wins every time because it is the devil. First year organic chemistry is even worse because it is a fact that universities like UofT and Queen's make first year courses extra-hard to weed out all the slackers and effectively break your spirit and will to live.
Anyway...it's not like I haven't taken biochemistry twice before (let's try to forget about the one I was forced to drop in the summer. I don't know about you but I wouldn't call reading 40 pages of text copied directly from the textbook every lecture teaching), it is going to be hard because the teachers are unorganised and a little simple. Like "oops, marking twenty lab reports is too hard for me which is why you get a 67% instead of a 91%." They act surprised that someone (me) can get a 98% on a lab they handed to us on a silver platter. Correct figure of speech? I'm not really sure, but you get the idea.
My only salvation will come tomorrow. In the form of Jason. Also in the form of pizza-making and movie watching. Little Women perhaps? He said I could pick the movie but I don't know if I am that cruel.
"You only need one if he's the right one." Sigh, I love that movie.
posted + 2005-10-29 at 3:02 p.m.