june seventeenth.

I passed my cellular biology exam... and I am drained. This week is just one big emotional roller coaster, and I can't wait to get off. (that's what she said.) For my exam today, my professor called out your name, followed by what your subject was. He called me, I answered, and he gave me a subject, "ways to control" No joke. In Romanian it's "mod de control" and I seriously sat there for 15 minutes with my mouth a bit open. (that's kind of what she said.) Ways to control????!!! What. The. Fuck. I was racking my brain, willing it to give me anything other than the image of Plankton I had in my head, something that pertained to cellular biology. The tricky thing is, teachers get pissy when you write about random crap to make it seem like you know what you're saying, so I couldn't do that. I had NO clue WHAT this was referring to. It could have been microscopes, mitochondria, or even marking a slide to indicate what it shows. The gamut of possibilities was too large for me to bullshit. So I sulk there for an hour, contemplating my shitty luck as my classmates all wrote feverishly. He called us up one by one to discuss our subjects, and he finally gets to me. [we were told to be there at 2.00 PM. He didn't show up until 4.12 PM, and only took in 7 people at a time. There were about 36 students. We were there for a really, really long time.] So by the time he calls me up, I've been awake for over 42 hours, have not eaten ANYTHING, like not even gum, and just spent the last three hours pacing outside being nervous/looking at a blank piece of paper thinking about Spongebob. He goes "Okay, now you're going to tell me about "mod de cultura. Go ahead."

WHAT?? WHAT?!!! Did he just say "culture" NOT "control"?? Yes. Yes he did. I heard him wrong and wasted an hour not writing anything. I explain this to him and he looks at me, real puzzled like, probably wondering how I go into med school in the first place. It was terrible, time dragged on, I was sweating and dizzy and positive I was going to fail. After an eternity [15 minutes] he thanks me and tells me I'm free to go. I leave as fast as my neglected body can take me, then proceed to wait another hour for my result. At 7.23 the last people come out, and he calls us all in. I got a 6, which is like a D. Really bad, right? Yeah, but 10 = perfect and a lot of teachers don't give those out, so 7,8,9 are really good. 5  is passing, 6 is my favorite. Grading wasn't fair, people who did terribly got higher marks than people who knew their shit, tears were cried once we left the building. I MUST remember to take pictures of my school, it is so beautiful. It reminds me of Hogwarts errrday. Okay, it's 12.55 AM, I have a 3AM alarm to study for my two biochemistry exams at 8AM. Love this lifestyle : (

xox,

loveacrosstheocean.