One semester down

Exam week was the first week in May. It had its ups and downs. My Modern Drama exam was not bad at all. Dr. Voss was his jolly ol' self and cracked me up a couple time before he gave out he exam.
My Spanish exam was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. My SP 101 exam was so awful that I expected this one to be the same, but Dr. Maxwell had prepared us really well. It would have been awful if she hadn't prepared us. It was bittersweet walking out of that exam because I knew I wouldn't be able to have her as a teacher anymore, but I also knew I wouldn't have to be in a Spanish class for at least three weeks.
My last exams of the week were awful. I showed up at my EN 300 exam without my book, not knowing that part of the exam was open book. I was the only one who didn't have my book. It was quite embarassing. It all worked out because the girl sitting in front of me had been in a lot of my classes this year so it wasn't that bad when she lent me her's because I knew her better that anyone else. My Shakespeare class was ten times worse. Granted it was on the last day of exam week and by this time I just want to get the exam over and leave campus. Well, Dr. Burke's exams aren't let's just get this over with. He likes his students to learn things while they are taking his final exams. So while we are writing five page essays we are supposed to be learning something. Heck, I suck at writing papers in four weeks much less within two hours. Dr. Burke is a very nice man but his exams suck.
Besides all of the heck I went through during exam week I passed all my classes. I had B pluses in Modern Drama and Spanish and Cs in EN 300 and Shakespeare.