I took my first final of the semester yesterday.
Especially whew because, um, I thought my exam was three hours and found out as the proctor was telling us the exam instructions that, no, it was in fact a four hour test. That’s a nice(?) surprise. Thanks to the parking gods for not giving me a ticket even though I only paid for three hours of parking, not four.
Since my first final was yesterday, my first test ritual of the semester also occurred yesterday. Test rituals are weird. But everyone totally has one. And they’re all totally psycho (in the best way promise).