I have my first exam tomorrow. In Immunology. At (Lord help me) 8:30 am.
I'm panicking, of course. I always do. I have a horrific case of test anxiety- very OCD - ish . I'm terrified if I don't know every last thing then I am doomed to failure. My compulsion is having to memorize things and triple check all the facts, etc.
It's a pain. Really, it is.
So that's where I am. Panicking. Obsessing. A joyful (ha!) ball of hormonal emotions, none of them pleasant.
Wish me luck. I'm going to need it. I don't know how much longer I can read about Activation Induced cytidineDeaminase or Terminal deoxyribonucelotidylTransferase . Both of which randomly chop out DNA nucleotides in the genes for your antibodies and create vast amounts of diversity so that you can recognize most pathogens out there.
I need to create an OCD one of those.
And at about 6am tomorrow, do the sleep dance for me, backwards , so I wake up. I'm as worried about that part as anything else.
Tomorrow afternoon, however, it's me and my beads, baby. I need to make something. It's been too long.