April and May were months filled with presentations, group projects, and final exams. But I couldn’t be happier these months are over, bringing a close to my fourth year at University. This also means I only have one more year left as an undergraduate student, and I can start looking towards applying to a myriad of schools around the country that have graduate programs specializing in animal behavior and zoology.
I have lots of plans for the summer and expect 2008 to be nothing short of amazing, but as usual, much in the way of tribulations were overcome before summer could arrive.
In the middle of finals week (I had taken two exams and had three more to go) I was at the student union with my friend studying for ”VetMed 475, Diseases in Domestic Animals.” My first mistake was taking my friend with me to study. Stephanie is one of my best friends and practically my sisiter; however, most of the time spent at the student union was spent making fun of the whiney sorority girls sitting across from us, eating junk food the Associated Students of the University of Nevada gave away for free, and at one point in the night (after the consumption of some free energy drinks) Steph stole my phone, browsed my conact list and began making crank calls. So, due to the energy drinks, I was a bit tachacardic, and ended up staying up till about 4am Thursday night because of the lack of work I had got done with Steph at the Sudent Union. But My exam was at Friday morning at 9:45, so I’d have about five hours to sleep. Which brings me to my second mistake; not double checking my schedule.
So, with a racing heart from the free energy drinks, I forced myself to sleep around 4:00am. I woke up early, still a bit tachicardic, no big deal, and I got to class about 9:40 and nobody was there…my heart was about ready to explode out of my chest now. I looked at my schedule for the second time: apparently, the final was scheduled to start at 7:00am and end at 9:45am (of course everybody finished before then).
My heart throbbing, I swear I could feel it in my head (this couldn’t be normal I thought) I raced down two flights of stairs and ran to the other end of the Fleischman Ag building and (with tears at the ready, if I needed them) begged the Teaching Assistant to let me take the test. Unclimactically, she calmly handed me the exam and said, “you know it’s funny, I counted everybody this morning and thought somebody was missing!” She let me take the right then in her office, because she is the nicest, most considerate person ever.
I went to work, went home and ran with a heart rate over 65 and while totally exhausted; and thought I only have one more year of this crap.
