Upon coping with failure, I have no method of such. I just get very upset or very sad. I don’t know why I do this, nor am I entirely in control of myself. By that I mean that I can not simply tell myself not to fail and expect that outcome. Low and behold it's finals week and it's time to see what all of those hours in the classroom have paid off for. Time to see your grade through the tears and pray for the curve.

Honestly we are all a little scared, because a majority of your progress is based on this exam. For some this may be the last chance of a reprieve after a hard fought semester. For others it may be nothing, yet the threat of failure still looms. I once compared students to educational gladiators, if that is the case; then this is our gauntlet, our trial. The final match to earn our freedom.

The matches are numerous, with some holding as many as 6 exams to be defeated. It is not only a test of strength, but also of stamina. If you wish to defeat, let alone survive this trial; prepare yourself to move quickly and switch between subjects. You can’t afford to waste time while vying for your future.