I love the smell of failure in the morning

[agatha_mandrake]

You know that dream, where you go to class and the teacher announces that there's an exam, and you're all OMG, there's an exam? I didn't know there's an exam! I HAVEN'T STUDIED!!!!

That dream became reality today.

I thought the exam was on Thursday. I have it written down as being on Thursday. In my planner, I have a little red exam sticker

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[aka_paloma]

...where no one will find me until months later, when my liquified body starts dripping through the ceiling of the apartment below, and because I am alone all of my stuff, including my useless degree, will be tossed into the dumpster, and no one will remember except the cops, who will refer to me as Decomp Lady when they're talking about the grossest things they've ever seen.

Dude. Stop watching CSI. Seriously.

[agatha_mandrake]

I already have. That in no way keeps me from loving your icon, though.

[shop_bitch]

Oooooh, awful nightmare turns into reality. God, poor you! Me, I would cry, fake an illness, run screaming from the room, plead insanity - maybe everything all at once!?

Ah well, if you don't use the degree after you graduate - just do what I did, go back and get another one and just keep studying to prevent being forced to live in the real world. Unless of course you've already done that?

Good luck with test 2!

[agatha_mandrake]

go back and get another one and just keep studying to prevent being forced to live in the real world

This is my last semester, and on the one hand, I'm looking forward to graduating, because I'm just schooled out, but on the other hand, I want to stay forever, because I am absolutely terrified of having to go out and find a job. Gibbering with fear terrified. On the upside, if it does become too much, I know I can always retreat back into acadamia. Begone, real world!

[anik]

until I die, alone (I won't be able to afford cats) in my crappy apartment, where no one will find me until months later, when my liquified body starts dripping through the ceiling of the apartment below,

Whoa, cool.

Er, I mean, sad. Horrible, really, in fact absolutely tragic.

Anyway, buck up, you goof. If you did really really bomb the exam, you can re-take the course. When you do that, they take the better of your two grades, ignore the bad one, and you come out smelling like roses.

But you probably won't have to do that, because even your "bomb" is bound to be a decent grade. Reeeelax. But first: Totally bitch-slap that vile "personal accountability" woman. What a skank-ho.

(BTW, have you put any thought into going on to grad school? You know a year or two out of school and you'll be jonesin' got academia again.)

[agatha_mandrake]

I'm not even thinking about grad school yet, just because I want out. Also, I want to try and pay off some of the mountain o' debt (eep!).

[anik]

It feels good to be out from under it, but now if I want to go back there's the problem that none of my profs remember me (one needs letters of recommendation and all that sort of thing).