Exam time

So we're on the home stretch. The finish line is within sight. But first, we have to traverse three large hurdles, the first being the mother of all hurdles. 11 days. 9 topics.

Yoni and I have bunkered down. We've retreated to our rooms; hidden from the world, oblivious to the comings and goings of our housemates. Michael and Young are still at Hollydene House (a 3 story house next to the medical school building that the university has set up for our use) - at this insane hour. Facebook statuses reflect the high anxiety and stress levels.

But this is just the warm-up lap. 1/10.

I need a drink...of water

The good little girl, who never stayed out past midnight, would have no idea what a hangover feels like. All she knew about it [essentially how it is portrayed in popular culture] was that you woke up feeling like your head is going to implode, your stomach contents seem to have an affinity for the toilet bowl, and you believe that anything or anybody that makes a loud noise should be eradicated from this earth.

I was that girl. Until this morning. Let's just say inflammatory processes, necrosis and neoplasia are the least of your worries when you feel like you're likely to hurl at any given minute, or so dehydrated that you can drink a [freshwater] lake.

At least Yoni was there to give me a hi-5. I believe the whiskey did him no favours this morning. Thankfully, Myriam only has a birthday once a year.