This is it. In ten minutes I leave for Berkeley to take the last exam of my academic career. IZ says, “No, the last exam of this academic degree,” because he is convinced of additional work in my
future. To which I reply, “Uh… NO!”
But the future does not worry me at the moment–I have other more pressing concerns. At approximately 10:30 am pst I will be regurgitating everything I know about Church History (Years 975-1700ish) in my final exam of this semester. (ever!) Orally. Yes, the final exam of my academic work is an oral exam where I must articulate that I have been paying
attention. Evidently, paying tuition isn’t enough.
So, obviously, I’m freaking out. IZ, ever helpful, did the math and told me last night, “You know, even if you get an ‘F’ on this exam you still get a ‘B’ in the class?” Which was his way of saying, “Get it together, you are going to be fine.” And he is right. I will be fine. At exactly 11am I will be FINE. I will also be DONE.
But right now, I am not fine, I am not done. What I am is FREAKING OUT. Right now, there still exists the potential for a pointy grade–to which I’m inordinately attached.
Wish me luck!
