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Tuesday, 17 April 2007
biochem = hell
Biochem today was a bag of mixed emotions.

I dunno whether to be happy that it wasn't a total mess, or to be sad that although it wasn't a total mess, it was STILL a rather substantial mess.
They tested literally everything under the sun. There was histology, physiology, even math in it. And I didn't have time to finish it. I want to kick myself for not finishing the stupid graph because it was literally giving away a good 8 marks or so (granted that they give you marks for drawing the axes of course)
And I'm having recurrent nightmares about the questions. I keep worrying that I haven't gotten the names of the blasted enzymes right, or that my thinking was flawed, or I spelt something wrongly, or I didn't go detailed enough. Oh hell its really quite tormenting.

I hate biochemistry. Everytime I complete a biochemistry paper, I feel like I'd just come out of the exam hall, having just made a deal with the devil or something. A kind of nagging feeling that I'd just committed a big mistake and I'm going to pay for it.

Anyway, I was so freaked by the paper today that I actually bothered to study in the afternoon. No TV, no Oprah, no naps. Oprah would be so proud of me.

One more day, one more day, one more day...

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