5 days left to my first paper.
Shouldn't I feel a little more terrified?
Not even a cold chill down my spine?

Second year makes you so relaxed.
Or maybe it's just the aftermath of M-nite.

Instead of practising on past year papers, what do I do?
Watch 50 first dates (oh-so-tissue-box-emptying-sobbable!), and make glutinous rice balls for desert.
If I manage a 2-1 this year, it'll be a miracle.
If I manage a 1st, my classmates are going to throw me into the Thames.
Now is that motivation to study, or what?