Getting ready for Spring break

Woke up one thursday morning, thinking that today was going to be lovely day but then I got knocked in the head by my to-do list and had a bad head-ache. I had four mid-terms that day because my flight to Miami for spring break was at 6:25 a.m the next day. I tried to be a man and gather my thoughts together but each effort resulted to nothing except anxiety. I had work to go to and classes were still going on as usual. So, I jumped into the shower and got myself prepared for this challenging day. I wrote down all I needed to complete for that day and decided to take each 'bull' by its horn. First up that morning was work. I knew that I was not prepared for one of the tests and there was no way I could work and read at the same time. 'Impossible', my little sister would say if she were with me. So I took permission to be excused and explained my reason. Fair enough, I got the rest of my work period off.

Next up was my saxophone lesson. 'Oh my God, I have not practiced and my homework has not been done. What am I going to do?', I asked myself. I guess I blew it this time and my tutor was going to be pissed. But fortunately for me, he was laid back about not having the time and all the fussy excuses I had to offer. I played what I could for him and it was good. I was even surprised myself that I could do that well. Class ended and I ran to my room to read the little I could before the next class. I was able to absorb quite an amount of information in a short period of time but that was because I had read it before for had no clue what it was all about. Reading it this time made it clearer than before and I understood the material perfectly.

Time went by and I strolled to the test room 5 minutes before the start time. As the Calculus test was given to me, I saw question that I had just practiced on it. 'Wow! sweet...', as I marveled at the test paper. I did what I did best on tests, answered all the questions. Immediately after was my CHE 101 quiz. I did that quiz with a pessimistic attitude because I kind of had no clue what was going on. But I felt good it was over. CHE 202 was the next test and this was the one I had been dreading all week long. As the questions were given to me, I kept shaking my head in honor of what the result may be. The questions were little but tricky and no one finished in the given time. But I had to leave because the last and final test I was to have had started. 'Should I leave, should I go?', I kept thinking to myself. LEAVE!, my body told me and so I did, not really sure of what I had written on the 202 test. 

Running at 7 mph, I got to my final class and saw that people had reached half way in the quiz. Tired, exhausted and hungry, I did the Economics test to the best of my ability. After the quiz, I walked to my room reminiscing about what had happened from the start of the day and I was proud of myself for setting a task and accomplishing it. Without food in my hungry, growling belly, I went to bed thanking God for a rough yet bliss day. 'What a day', I said to myself. I had to wake up at 4:30 a.m for my flight and so reluctantly, I set my alarm and before I knew what was going on, I blacked out.