I’d much rather be down south for the Phillies game tonight–and tailgating at this very moment–than studying for this insane exam.
At 4:30 PM, I have an exam in Gender, Race, and Class in the Media, that will basically determine my GPA for this semester. I need better than a 78. My professor does not stand for BS answers. She hunts them out like a pro. I’ve been reading nearly a hundred articles for this exam. My memory is spread thin. I feel like it’s about to combust.
Sadly, while studying my mind keeps drifting to whether or not Kyle Kendrick will pitch better than his last start.