Panic panic panic panic panic
Ok, I never really post to this thing. The only things I've ever put up here are one story and some notes for the lovely Lapifors. But now I am making an exception, because I really need to put this somewhere.
I expect nobody to read this, but eh, I need to do this for me. Theraputic, and all that.
Words cannot describe how freaked out I am about this synoptic exam. I had all these lovely sheets which were really useful in explaining what each topic was on, and I just. Can't. Find. Them.
I think I may have left them at school. I want to stab myself for being so stupid.
So now, I'm reconstructing the notes on the entire syllabus, focussing on five of the six topics that could come up (only three questions to choose from, Tara, no gambling here) and I will never do it in time for Tuesday morning. It doesn't help that I break out into full-on blinding panic any time I come across anything I don't know or can't remember from before.
I've tried everything to calm down. I had a bath (taking my books with me) and that didn't help. Although, never before has a Lush bath bomb had a more appropriate name - Happy Pill. I've been listening to Dr Horrible, which usually makes me smile. I had a jam sandwich and an ice cream. I'm even dressed up in my favourite outfit in a last desperate attempt to stop freaking the fuck out about this. I'm wearing kitty ears, for Christ's sake! That's how desperate this is!
And yet, here I am, ranting on LJ in my first official post, so clearly it hasn't worked. When I've finished this, I'm just going to try and fight through the panic and get this the hell done.
Or I could just set myself on fire. Wouldn't that be fun??