Physics is still my Life

Once upon a time there was a student. Through a series of occurances, she found herself in the position of studying physics on her own, in order to take a departmental exam and "challenge" the second-semester course. The day approached, and it was all she could do to strengthen her nerve and prepare for this all-or-nothing test. The whole of the 24 hours prior to the exam were spent reviewing, summarizing, reviewing again. She felt that there was much more at stake here than in a TAC final- since on this the whole of her grade depended. She felt well-prepared as she went in- calm, recollected and recollecting much of what she would need.

But the professor had not left the exam in the testing center as promised.

And so, our protagonist- who was quite sure of being carefree by 12:30 this afternoon, in order to pour herself into her neglected other studies- finds herself not only still burdened, but also unnerved and without the benefit of the entire morning spent driving to and from the school. Ad Jesum per Mariam, and may its spending have been more useful spiritually than it was materially.

She thinks, however, that it is quite interesting to see her own reaction to disappointment on a transient matter, since she is only accustomed to seeing it on most serious and lasting ones. The divorce of the unpleasant suprise from any personal matter makes for a marvelous experimental observation.