Mocks are going even more shit than I had anticipated. Not that I ever expected any of the tests to embrace me in a hug and whisper the answers in to my ear. The fact that I am expected to produce an analytical essay in swedish about an unknown text makes it all much worse.
I'm also tired, willing to die for a piece of pizza, cold, drained of any energy to study I ever possessed and just want it to be the weekend so I can reload before another two days of tests. If someone has ever had the urge to kill me, feel free to take the chance now.
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