I’m gonna ace this final. I’m gonna fail this final. I’m maybe gonna pull a B? Kirby knows he has to trick his brain into being confident, but he doesn’t know if he’s that good of a liar. Kirby doesn’t know that he’s overreacting and his Architecture elective is mostly based on participation and the final is just for show, but that doesn’t stop him from panicking. Why did I read a chapter of To Kill a Mockingbird yesterday instead of study more? Why did I eat dinner in the dining hall? Why did I take a shower? If I just had a little more time!

When Kirby gets to the class, instead of seeing a group of relaxed students reading over their project grades the professor was handing back, Kirby sees the group frantically studying. I forgot to bring my notes! Maybe I can run back to my dorm… Too late. The professor starts talking about how much fun the class has been to teach and asks if the class has any questions. Kirby raises his hand, the sweat visible on his almost feverish face. How much do we need to know about the the construction of chiffarobes? The professor paused, confused. “Kirby, I think that’s a scene from 'To Kill a Mockingbird.'”

So, like, two or three questions?

“…There won’t be any questions about chiffarobes on this test.”

With that nonsense over, the professor starts handing out the test. Kirby is trying to control his heart rate. His latest panic is directed towards the clock: he is convinced he won’t have enough time for the test. Two and a half hours seemed like a lot last night, but that won’t be enough. His heart is about to leap out of his skin when the professor places a test on his desk and wishes good luck with a smirk. Kirby looks down at the test, expecting the worst.

How has this class impacted the way you view the world around you? Please answer in one paragraph.

Kirby lets out a huge sigh of relief and nonchalantly leans over to the person next to him, who hasn’t bothered to pick up her pencil yet. I knew this was going to be a piece of cake.