The Horror of it all

Finals.  They are just so . . . different.  Different from what I was expecting at any rate.  Today I went to psychology to take my first of four finals and found myself in what seemed to me to be an alternate reality.

There was no book of boring instructions such as;

"When you come to a page with a stop sign, stop.  Do not continue until you are told to do so.  You may look back at your work in this section only.  Do not look at any other section blah blah blah."

No.  I kept waiting for it.  But it never came.  I looked around me to see what was going on and discovered that everyone was ALREADY taking the test.

Plus, once I finished I left.  I left the classroom and went back to my apartment.  There was no waiting.  No pretending to read while actually fighting every instinct to fall asleep.  I just . . . left.  And almost immediately got right on the internet (It's me.  Who are we kidding, when am I not on the internet?)

Finals.  They are different . . . in a very good way.

Maybe this week won't be as awful as I thought it was going to be.

Shoot.  I bet I just blogged to soon.