Now: Revise till my head bleeds
Friday, 4.30 pm: Microeconomics mid-term exam
Friday, 6 pm: Beer
Weekend: Recover from thinking too much by exercising too much
Sunday evening: Endorphin haze…
To be truthfull, this will be followed next week by:
Tuesday: Get results, beat myself on the head for not being perfect
Wednesday: Briefly convince myself that I have unrealistic expectations of my academic performance, beat myself about head for being so screwed up
Thursday: Go back to beating myself on the head for not being perfect, coz I’m far better at that than at being realistic. And practise makes perfect, you see.
I’d just like to take this moment to blame my parents.