Hello, friends! Today, I went from utter enthusiasm (about what shall remain nameless...no, I'm not pregnant) to utter panic in a matter of seconds.

I had a midterm today in my I-choose-this-as-an-elective-because-it's-going-to-be-uber-easy class, Business Communications 125. So as I was 'glancing' (literally) at my textbook notes, I notice in fine print in an online discussion board, the prof has noted that only during Part B, the Memo section of the exam, will we be allowed to use our notes. NOT Part A, the 50 multiple choice questions about Chapter 2, 3, 4, 7, and 8. AWESOME. Therefore, an hour and a half of my afternoon was spent in a very fast paced cram session, in hopes I could retain some of this information, *cough cough* seemingly just common sense *cough cough* about how to right an effective email to a co-worker, essentially. Yes, there is such a thing as a non-effective email.

As I enter the classroom, filled with anxious students flipping violently through hand-made notes, I take a seat near the back for twenty minutes of people watching. Yes, Dad, people watching because as a third year university student, I know that cramming with five minutes to go is rendered completely useless. (Note: I know I completely contradicted my hour and a half cramming session by saying this) My ears zone in to a conversation taking place near by between a nonchalant girl who could care less about any sort of exam and a jock-type with too much gel in his hair. My attention perks when he begins noting what notes he has made in preparation for this midterm.

He states: "I even wrote down the definition of a noun."

Not to be intellectually snobby or dramatic in any way, but I realized at that moment, this class was intended for a different caliber.