It's over! I'm freeeee!! These next three weeks are mine, all mine!!!

Oh my god, I'm so glad it's over. I can't even tell you. I feel like I just spent two separate days taking tests. Oh wait, I sort of did. Yesterday, I re-took my first two Statistics midterms and studied from those. Then I went to school to study Psych with friends, then attend my professor's office hours, where we spent three hours going over stats problems. And today I took two gruelling tests. And now it's over!

My brain. Fried. Not work. Meg need sleep.

But first, a few funny and/or nerdy stories which may only be entertaining to me. (Let's find out, shall we?)

In office hours yesterday, I saw my friend, Amy, who was sitting directly in front of me. We like to harass each other. She started it, I swear. My professor asked a probability question, the kind I somehow managed to completely understand somewhere along the way. But a lot of other students still have difficulty with it. So, my professor put it on the board and made it more complicated than usual and I just raised my hand and said, "Don't you just divide 84 one-hundredths over twelve?"

My professor said, "Yes! Woah, you just did that in your head!"

And Amy turned around and whispered, "Kiss-ass!"

HA! That girl cracks me up.

Later, over dinner, Amy and her friend had a contest of who had the worst roommate. I think Amy's friend won that one, though, because wow. Scary.

Then I stayed late at school studying, came home and fell into bed before heading back to school early this morning.

I met up with Farnaz today and we reviewed Psych stuff together an hour before the exam. I came up with mnemonic devices for two of the things I had to remember. I kept making myself laugh by saying, "Eggs in Iceland are pretty neat!" If you swing your arm in an aw-shucks way while saying it, it really adds to the dorkiness of it all. I kept giggling over it, and Farnaz seemed relieved. "If you're laughing, I know you must be okay," she said. Of course, that's not necessariy so, but thanks for caring. It's far more likely I've just lost my marbles, that's all. My other phrase is entirely bird related, and it was: Titmice fly under mews. Don't ask.

I reviewed a confusing essay question immediately before the exam. You see, my professor had given us nine questions and two would be on the exam. I looked over that last one thinking, "Wow, I hope THAT one's not on there!" I'm sure you can guess what happened next. That's right - very soon, I was staring the problem right smack in the face again.

I could only remember some sections of the essay. Two out of eight parts, I believe. So I made a few notes and took the rest of the test first. When I came back to the essays, those parts magically popped into my brain again (thanks, magic!), and I was able to complete the essays. In fact I completed seven pages of writing on those two essays. Hopefully they won't count that against me!

I felt awesome coming out of that test, I'm happy to report. Then I grabbed food and began reviewing Stats with Ronni and Farnaz. I know, I said last time that I wasn't going to study right before the test anymore, and I really didn't mean to. I even told them I wanted a full fifteen minutes of meditation time before the test. Of course, that didn't end up happening, because I neglected to remember the actual start time of the test. I thought it was 3:30, but no, that's our usual class time. Our exam started at 3:00 sharp! We studied right up until the moment we had to leave, and I was totally surprised that we were running late, stressed out over all the material I still didn't understand, serious, and very, very quiet (not the laughing happy chick that Farnaz had been relieved to see before exam #1 of the day!). I was further annoyed not to be able to sit in the seat I'd sat in EVERY CLASS PERIOD FOR THE LAST TEN WEEKS! Why were those people in my seat, and where did all those kids come from?! It's shocking how many students we suddenly gain on exam day. Maybe all those class-skippers will help sink the mean and boost my score. You never know.

The stress and fatigue were getting to me at that point, and even after they handed out the scantrons and tests and told us to begin, I just sat there for a moment. I took a few deep, meditative breaths, wrote out a formula sheet for myself and began the tests. Sixty stats problems in a row, dude. I said it was gruelling before, right? Well, I'll say it again - GRUELLING.

Still, I finished before the time was up and considered going back over them, but then I thought, why? I had done all that I could at that point, and felt wary at the idea of changing any of my answers. So I got up and turned in my test, then went outside to wait for Ronni and Farnaz. Personally, I feel slightly better than I did after midterm #2. I hope that bodes well for me. The final counts twice. We shall see!

As the three of us were talking in the hallway comparing notes on specific problems, a guy walked past and said, "Woah, man, that test was somethin' else!" I looked up and it was our Stats professor goofing around on us. We all laughed and said hey. Then Farnaz said to me, "Well, ask him!"

"What problem?" he said.

I said, "Uhh." I had been talking to Farnaz about a specific problem to see if she'd put the same thing as me. I was caught off guard a little, because I hadn't planned on asking him about it directly. Then I decided, what the hell and described it to him. He told me he'd originally meant to ask for something else, but had made a mistake, so he'd accept two of the answers (one of them being the one I selected, the "cannot calculate" answer). "So, I'll accept either answer, but you're right, the wording was definitely off."

"Sweet!" I said.

As he walked out the door, he turned back around and said, "That's very good that you caught that!"

"Cool, thanks!" I said.

And Amy wasn't even there to call me a kiss-ass that time. It means enough to know that she would have, though.

Anyway, I feel okay about Stats and pretty darn good about Psych. I know I got an A in Screenwriting, and a big fat NO PASS in Rap History. All in all, a nice ending to the quarter. I can't believe it's over! I survived my first quarter at UCLA!

And now for three weeks of wearing pajamas, watching Spongebob and leveling my character on World of Warcraft. Let the geeking-out begin!