panic and loaves

My pre-exam dreams last night were so cliche. Not only did Rowland Stout (my metaphysics teacher) give me an F on some essay I turned in (deriding me for writing 'a personal essay') and if memory serves me rightly graffiti that grade and comments in pinkish spray paint on some sidewalk so the way I checked my grade was by stumbling upon it, I was also looking after his (imaginary?) adorable precocious boychild who was of baby age, who then escaped from the house while my brother was watching him. The part about the kid was kind of funny in that pulse-coursing-nightmare way: my brother said he'd brought the baby back after getting some groceries and it was asleep under the blanket--I peeked under the blanket only to discover a shrink-wrapped loaf of bread, started freaking out saying something to the effect of, "Theo, you can't wrap babies in saranwrap over their mouths!' only to realize the 'baby' was a loaf of bread. Then Rowland came back and we ended up tracking down his kid at a pastry shop, standing on the back of some man's chair. Professor Stout wasn't too mad at me for almost losing his son though, and bought me a ridiculously expensive pastry (wish I could remember what kind.)

So. I just got up and plan to be out like a light in 11 hours so I can wake up early and go take my exams. Is speeding through them a bad idea? Cos it's the plan. So, I will eat breakfast and drink some coffee so I can feel the anxiety course even more strongly through me, and then I will knuckle down too-little-too-late style and cram some 'knowledge' into my head.

The worst thing that happens is I fail. Even if I really fuck up/forget everything/freeze, I doubt I will fail. Oh blind faith. Still, failing all yr exams from JYA isn't that bad in the scheme of things. Yes it will fuck up my transcript but it will leave my GPA as pristine as it found it.

Pray for me, please?