That was. The. WORST. 15 minutes in my life.
I'm back from my oral exam. 15 minutes of HELL. A good oral exam is 3 or 4 questions, because that means you talked a lot about each subject... they asked me WAY too many questions for it to have been a good oral exam. "Define philosophy. Like from the Greeks. Philo and sophy." WHAT?! "What would you say was Aeneus' virtue? Odysseus' virtue? Roland's virtue?" Holy crap. I completely froze.

Then when time was finally up, I left and my friends outside asked me how it went. THEN I burst into tears and showed them my blood-stained hand where my nervous habit of picking at the skin around my thumb-nail had kicked in. Not happy. Now I have to do a damn research paper. Then I'm going home for Christmas and forgetting this whole term. It has to get better in January, it just HAS to.
edit: And I just realized that there's nobody here to comfort me
Updated On: 12/8/04 at 10:16 AM