We had our first history exam today on what should have been our day off from classes. For some reason this college has classes either Mon/Wed or Tues/Thurs and always has Fridays free. I remember reading somewhere that schools that have Friday classes have less drinking among students, but I guess they don't have to worry about that here. Anyway, we missed a class last week because the teacher had to go to a funeral, so we had our make-up class today.
I'm usually in a mood where I'm ready and willing to take a test. I don't really know why - maybe I enjoy the challenge or being measured. That was not the case today. I just wanted to get it over with and go back to my dorm to curl up in my bunk and nap for a while, catching up on lost sleep.
I completed the exam and waited for the rest of the class to finish to have the exams graded and returned, wishing I had been a little more careful in starring my notes for things to study. When I saw my grade I was surprised to see an A. I checked it over and realized the teacher had let a couple of answers slide by with approval. Why he did that, I don't know. What I did know is that I did well on the exam and was ready to get some shut-eye.
*History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awaken." - James Joyce
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