I still can't decide if this stunt was for the better. Well, the night before the supposed exam day, my roomie (freshie, bio) received a text message that their own Math 17 DepEx got postponed. He added that the whole DPSM will not be raising hell the next day. And this directive came from the Chancellor. However, seeing that both Nil and I (JF's at home) had not received the same news, I decided to forge on. I did not want myself hanging on to any false hope. I did not feel that I could take my bubble being burst in addition to such bleak a subject (in contrast to the VERY fun high school Physics I took). But alas, I ended up falling asleep on my table. Rather than risk having kinks on my back the whole of next day, I decided that I would wake up early to cram and to hell with it.

The next day came, full of promise. Promises of headache and pain, that is. But after I got through one chapter of kinematics, I received a glorious message proclaiming my (and everyone else's) freedom from the clutches of a dreadful exam. So I went back to sleep and slept for most part of the morning and a little bit of the afternoon.

So now. What do I feel about this? I get the sinking feeling that things will continue to pile up until I can no longer handle them and I'll just end up in a corner crying. And I don't think that this prediction is without basis.

Best get on with it.