This last week was finals week. This is the week that is sort of a mess. This is that week when your grade hits you and you wonder if you can bring that darn thing up or pray that the last assignment earns some high marks. This is that week when student pray they pass their classes.

School isn’t usually a problem form me. The work is reasonable, the teachers are easy to talk to, and other students are incredibly helpful. This particular quarter on the other hand, has been a bit more challenging. Part of it is due to busy atmosphere of home and just trying to keep life together. It is also partly due to the courses I’m taking themselves. Pre-calculus 2 was probably not the best thing for me to launch into after several months of no math. Thankfully the teacher is wonderful and easy to talk to. I try to talk to him before class whenever I can. Even so, I felt completely unprepared for finals. As a result, I pulled an all nighter. Which was not as productive as I had hoped. By the time the sun was up I was feeling sick. Naturally, I decided I would seek out the energy I lacked… Thus, I obtained a Monster energy drink… On an empty stomach. To make matters worse, drinks are not allowed in the library, which is where the two hour final study session was taking place. (There is a place for drinks just inside the library, but I try to not to leave my drink unattended as a rule of thumb.) So I decided to do the brilliant thing of downing a mostly full can of energy drink. On the bright side, it worked. I was pretty focused, fully energized, and ready to take down a test that I wasn’t sure about. However, I was completely jittery, I felt sick, and I really needed to use the restroom.

The test itself had longer problems than I had originally thought. Once the two hours were up, I still hadn’t finished all of the math questions. Leaving the room I knew I had bombed the test and that all the hours of coming to class an hour early and pulling several all-nighters were all in vain. Even so, I couldn’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be alright.

In the end, I passed the class, but barely. Math has never been my strong suit, nor was it ever an interest of mine. To add to the whole mess, my grandma used to comment on how I acted different during the quarters that I had math class. She would state how she didn’t like it and she would ask me if I would do her a favor and never take another math class.

I’ll try not to Grandma, but sometimes it can’t be helped. For now, I’m just going to sleep off these Monster drinks.