Ladies and gentlemen, respectable readers,

It's story time! Now, beforehand, allow me to disclaim the validity of some of the episodes described in paragraphs to come as stylized, much like Hamilton The Musical doesn't represent the whole story accurately, but anyway-

Our story begins with overture,

It's two weeks before Midterms week commences. The sun is high, the birds a-singing, and there's nothing that could possibly have gone wrong.

My professor disagreed.

He said (I was the one in blue if you couldn't guess, and he was a Capricorn)

"This, will be on your midterms," practically waking up half the class who at that point in space and time didn't care, but to be fair it was early in the day. I honestly don't remember what he said was on the midterms, but next day, Saturday (or Sunday, the entire weekend is just one big beautiful day) I forgot about the Midterms completely, given that two weeks seemed like a LONG time)

This was me for like a week or so, enjoying myself

Now, we've done away with exposition and a long list on characters you'll not remember by their names (my class honestly) and moved on to a week later.

You thought by then I'd start studying, huh?

I thought so too.

I decided I'll study tomorrow. Oh tomorrow, tomorrow, how I love you tomorrow, for you're always a day away. I was Annie, and my future self was Daddy Warbucks with that glorious facial expression, hitting me up with that wonderful foreshadowing.

Over the next two days when I should have been studying I've watched Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban (the best movie in the entire series, when they were still kid-like and didn't make me sad by comparing myself with them at an older age), ended a relationship (which wasn't mine, don't worry, nobody loves me) and finally realized it was THREE days before midterms week.

Now came the last number of the act. So naturally, it was also the most insane.

First, I've made sure my coffee was strong enough to chew, jumped onto my desk like

Looked to my right, and outside my window saw a crowd of students frantically studying, or going to study outside. I was soothed to know I wasn't the only one alone in this.

Then I went on Facebook, twitter, Instagram, took a small nap, and FINALLY began to study NONSTOP.

I've jotted things I think were in different languages, memorized the barcodes of textbooks (just in case), my laptop was frying with open tabs on Youtube explaining 1-month long topics in a crash course.

None of that was true work, according to my STEM major best friend, but still.

NOW, I HAVEN'T SLEPT FOR THREE DAYS BUT ITS all FINE!

It's intermission time. I took a four minute nap and ate a savory snickers bar.

Afterward, the ACT II of my adventure has begun. My first midterm was a day away or so. I decided that the best course of action was to be positive.

I've even made a few jokes! They were funnily enough about how I'm sooo gonna fail (which isn't something I should be joking about, quite frankly) I even hyped myself up for the exams, because believing in yourself is a great 11 o'clock number

I walked into the room righteously, ready for whatever examination of the mind and the inquisition of my student prowess, like so:

Even my professor was wondering what's going on.

But then I spent the rest of the exam like this:

Now I love sad musicals with unhappy endings. Or at most, bittersweet. I simply don't relate to happy or joyful endings, and had my midterms affair been a show, this would have been me at the end:

Now although I do believe in retrospect I've done well, but if I'm honest, will I go through the same process next midterms season?

Definitely.