May 18, 2009 19:45
Ugh. I finished paper one and two of my chemistry exam today. Paper one wasn't too bad, but paper two was pretty brutal. I guess it was like that for all my higher level IB exams. IB exams are kind of like date rape, with paper one being the date, and paper two being the rape:
Paper one: "Hey, this is kind of nice. Sure, he's not perfect, but it's not like he's raping me."
Paper two: "Holy shit, I'm getting raped. No, I mean, raeped."
Tomorrow's paper three. To continue this colourful analogy, paper three can be the aftermath. I suppose it comes down to two scenarios:
Paper three (possibility a): "Damn, he's not only a raepist, but a sadistic raepist. Now that he's done, he's dipping me in lemon juice after giving me a thousand paper cuts. Then he's going to kill me."
Paper three (possibility b): "Fuck, I'm dead."
Possibility b is the more pleasant of the two, as it does not involve extensive torture. However, since I have yet to start looking over the options for paper three, I'm pretty sure that possibility a will play out.
Well, I'll like, start studying now.