| Current mood: |  worried |
| Current music: | Everything's Not Lost ~ Coldplay |
I just realised that the anatomy viva tutorial that I have tomorrow - which I thought was a mock-test - is actually a proper formative assessment that is conducted tutorial-style by a tutor. Like all the tests that we will have up until the main end-of-years, the results won't count for diddlysquat, but I will kill myself if I don't get an A. Yes, I know, I'm hard on myself, but still. I am so, so glad that I spent this entire weekend going through my dissection notes and filling in all the questions and drawing all the diagrams. Hopefully the information will mostly stay in my head and I'll be not as unlucky as I usually am where the only questions the tutor asks me are the ones I don't know and he/she'll ask the questions I do know to everyone else in my group.
I'm awake at 3.40am on the night/morning before aforementioned test because it's at 2pm. Thank god.
I also think I'm going to do really, really badly for my tests in two weeks. It's everything we've learned so far and I'm still stuck on last week's lectures. I haven't even gone through what we've done in our last two modules. Work is so fucking hard.
But then I listen to what my friends say and I'm glad, because unlike them I know that I'm committed to doing this for six years, and I know I fucking love my course and I can't imagine exchanging this for anything else. So working hard, while a pain in the arse and a major sacrifice for going out with my friends or watching hours of television, is actually worth it in the end and gives me this major feeling of satisfaction.
Now, as long as I ace tomorrow, I'll be fine and won't suffer a mental breakdown a la a classic Singaporean. Will edit this tomorrow when I find out my results... if I find out tomorrow.
(Psst, Ritika, I just watched the Scrubs episode where Ben died!!!)
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