45 Hours, 13 Weeks

I have another 45 hours in which to commit 13 weeks' worth of Biomol lectures to memory, word-perfect, before the exam. Since each week we actually have 3 hours of Biomol lectures, I actually have 39 hours' worth of lectures to study, which leaves me (if I had a photographic memory) 6 hours in the next two days to sleep, eat, etc.

Can you tell I'm terrified?

...on a totally unrelated note, I ran into my Biomol lecturer at the swimming pool changing room yesterday. He didn't recognise me, of course, but I should say it's terribly unfair of him to be relaxing when he's responsible for such widespread stress amongst his students.

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