post-mortem
Well, that went well, for infinitessimally small values of well.
I was a sickly child growing up. I suffered from pneumonia several times. I will never forget the feeling of terror, waking up in the middle of the night, unable to breathe--my lungs straining, my heart pounding, and me coughing and sputtering, drowning like a fish in air. It was the feeling of breathing and getting nothing, of being acutely aware of the lack of air.
That was how I felt for a fair bit of the last exam. I totally whiffed on one question. I could not have drawn a bigger blank even if I tried. I will be lucky to get any points at all.
After that, it was damage limitation. I had to suck it up, cut my losses, and try to move on to questions I could answer.
I was a sickly child growing up. I suffered from pneumonia several times. I will never forget the feeling of terror, waking up in the middle of the night, unable to breathe--my lungs straining, my heart pounding, and me coughing and sputtering, drowning like a fish in air. It was the feeling of breathing and getting nothing, of being acutely aware of the lack of air.
That was how I felt for a fair bit of the last exam. I totally whiffed on one question. I could not have drawn a bigger blank even if I tried. I will be lucky to get any points at all.
After that, it was damage limitation. I had to suck it up, cut my losses, and try to move on to questions I could answer.