Final exams are horrid, horrid things. First, there's the studying. It's long, it's boring and there's nothing more aggrevating then flipping pages and flipping pages and trying to cram months of information into your head. And it only gets worse if you're studying for two or three or even four finals at the same time. Highlighting, reading, highlighting, scribbling notes, making flash cards, scribble scribble, throw the book.
Second, there's that ten minute wait outside in a hallway before they let you into the exam room. Everyone is in one of three states:
- They know everything, there's nothing but calm. Studying was successful, they had a good night's sleep and their professor probably isn't out soul-hunting so the questions asked won't be out of the blue like "this character did this thing at this time because of this."
- Jittery. Not nearly as calm as person #1. They studied, however they doubt whether or not they either studied enough, or are going to remember all of that information they crammed into their brain. They're flipping through notes standing in the hallway.
- Panic.
Fourth, it's always too bloody quiet. You can't hear anything in the room outside of that squeeky-sound when pens scrape across the paper the wrong day, the sound of paper flipping, and there's always that one kid that is coughing and sneezing throughout the two hours you're forced to spew test answers.
Fith, there's that irky time after you hand in the test, and regaining your senses. There's panic. "Did I get that right? Did I write the wrong thing in that spot?" blah blah blah, you'll probably even wake up in middle of the night wondering about question 6.
