I cursed all of the gods of the Universe when I opened the Homework 5 assignment. My finger bled as I scrolled angrily through the obnoxious 31-page document. It was Ferrar’s midterm review and also the night before the exam. Duck.
I spent a few hours reading through my notes and completing ONLY eight of the 24 questions that were required (phew, saved by literacy). It wasn’t until 2 am that my objectionable fatigue rocked me to sleep.
A drop of sweat fell onto the first exam page as I hurriedly drew a small pond where busy ducks would enter, leave and procreate. To an outsider, I appeared nervous on the big day. But it was being almost run over while practically jogging to class that truly got my heart going; My alarm clock that morning was little more than a minute nuisance given my four hours of sleep. Thankfully, my aggressive review the night before had put my mind at ease and I blew through the exam without much hesitation. I proudly wrote out the honor pledge and handed in my ducks (all I cared about) before heading back to my apartment for a self-induced coma.