Exam
CSC236 FINAL / EX340 / 8-20-2025 @ 11:00
Fifteen minutes left. Okay, the easy parts are done. Not gonna solve question 4. Question 5? There’s a proof on the page but something’s wrong with it.
Twelve minutes left. Hoo... okay. Let me check the matching section again. The true or false statements. What’s the running time? I mean it’s obviously... I don’t know. Okay, haven’t use this in awhile. Good guess.
Nine minutes left. Okay... I only needed how much on the exam to pass the class? Like, 45 percent, right? That’s cutting it close. What’s that, 14/31? Do I think I earned 14 marks here? I have no idea.
Five minutes left. Okay! I know these are right. These ones are probably right. This one is half right so I’ll probably get one mark out of four. I am so utterly screwed if I flunk this.
Four minutes left. I can write a little note like my mum did on her calculus exam in high school. “Please pass me, I am of no threat to the computer science world.”
Two minutes left. I literally cannot look at this page anymore. Just come take it.
Time. Pencils down. Take it. Take it away from me!
Three minutes after. I’m leaving the Exam Centre. McCaul Street. I love McCaul Street. What is it, Wednesday? Is it 2pm? Does the noodle place have a special right now?
Five minutes after. I’m not really walking straight. My head feels light. I’m shaking. I don’t think I have a walk to the Grange in me right now.
Six minutes after. Beer. Beer sounds good.
Thirteen minutes after. No IPAs on tap. Okay, Steam Whistle? I like pilsners. Good for August. I can’t really see anything around me, only ahead of me, and even that’s not good. I celebrate alone. Hooray!
Sixteen minutes after. Mother is texting. Group chat. Okay, I’m pretty sure I passed that course. I mean, I have to have passed that course. There’s no backup plan. Everything is ruined forever if I failed.
Seventeen minutes after. The bartender is talking to me. I think I said something about how... I’m done? This glass seems really small. Why does no one serve 20oz pints anymore?
Twenty one minutes after. Okay, I need to go. I’m not finished with the drink but the drink isn’t what’s causing this. I feel woozy... sort of... not really here? Hear? I’m shambling as I leave. Didn’t I apply for a job here once?
Thirty minutes after. Let’s go home and... watch some YouTube. Some Folding Ideas or ContraPoints. That’ll be good. I’ve been clenched for the last two weeks. The last year, actually. In a few days I’ll feel fine.
Ten hours after. I don’t feel good. I feel exhausted but I can’t sleep. I should try to sleep. I can’t believe I’m done university. I must have passed that course. Surely. I can’t believe it.
One day after. I don’t feel good. I’m like a zombie. How do you make a cup of tea? What the hell is happening?
Two days after. I don’t feel good. That’s it. It’s done. Fin. I should feel relief. I should feel energy. I should start another novel. I should go for a swim. I should call my sister more.
Three days after. Picnic. Park. Bread. Green. Kalimoxto. Wasps. Tristan. Laura. Cameron???
Alive. Body. Brain. Tight. Draw. Sun. Nothing.
Okay.
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