9:30. The alarm clocks starts buzzing. I press the snooze button and go back to sleep. 10 minutes later I still don’t feel like getting out of the bed; I sleep some more. Finally, at 9:55 I find the power to drag myself to the bathroom and take a shower. I look in the mirror: uuuh, not quite my day today. I make myself a cup of black tea – two spoonfuls of sugar and milk, please – and eat my breakfast: a Milka.

I start going over my courses once more: simple finite sentences, the projection principle, internal/external arguments, theta role, lexical categories, the copula BE, exclusively modifying adjectives, unergative verbs, the resultative construction - what’s all this shit? I realise I’m not at all prepared for today’s exam, but I try to remain calm, pour myself another coup of tea and eat some more chocolate.

I read some blogs, listen to Thievery Corporation, play with uRMa, spend more than half an hour deciding what to wear, go to and fro between my room and the kitchen, wash the dishes, I do anything possible not to think about the exam. It’s like I don’t know how to study anymore; like I don’t have the patience to understand and memorise all the useless information they give us; when I’m not lazy, I’m too agitated; when I finally get in the right mood to just sit and study, I’m hungry – yes, I’m a bad student.

2 more minutes and I’m out of here. Better go brush my teeth and get read. I loathe exams especially when they make me feel this nervous and anxious.