And yes the democracy midterm is over. So are my grades. Over, pronto. Chose the wrong essay question to study.. How was I to know the Prof would be so lazy and recycle his test papers over and over again? He gave the exact same paper to his class on Wednesday, and we all thought he'd change the questions. But nonono, my eyes had to pop today.

Bottomline- it's still my fault. Can't say I really studied for this, and a last-ditch attempt to mug without sleeping the night before never works. After all these years of cramming, you'd think I'd have learnt my lesson. Old habits die hard. And the most spectecular booboo I've made in my entire studying career happened last night. I found out from Gan Ann at 11pm that the test today wasn't going to be an open book one.

Which meant I was stuck with a whole load of written notes I couldn't take with me.

Which meant that I hadn't started memorising anything yet.

Which meant I was screwed.

20 long definitions to memorize, 5 essay question formats. And all of which I know nuts about. Sometimes I really should applaude my stupidity.

So last night was spent pacing around the living room, looking like a looney talking democracy to myself. Working out the answers, trading essays and defs online. Garret saved my life really. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. You're my favourite classmate now! Slept an hour the whole night, kept awake by Nutella sandwiches and ice cubes.