Eight Days Of Weltschmerz
It's official.
In my second last semester I have, easily, the worst final exam schedule I have ever seen. Six finals in the span of eight days. There is no lag between classes and final. My last class is on the ninth and my first exam is at nine in the morning the next day. The next final? Nine in the morning the day after that. What's that? Not enough time? Well, why don't you write your next exam the next day at, you guessed it, nine in the fucking morning. This is going to get just a tad bit - oh, what's the word - kooky. Yeah. Kooky.