Two down, two to go!

The Ethics final is also over!

I'm not sure how well I did on it, but I'd expect hopefully at least a B, with the possibility of an A, if he buys my BS. I also got my paper back from him, marked: B+/B. When I asked him what that meant, he replied: "I couldn't decide which it was so I gave you both grades." So pretty much, I have no idea what I got on my paper.

I love Dr. Harold's tests though. For the mid-term and final he brings his coffee-pot and makes the entire class cups of coffee. They're really good too. So by that point in his tests I'm was running on two cups of coffee (and I don't drink /that/ much caffine) and it was really sweet. By the time I started the second essay, I hit the sweet spot. The whole world seemed great and everything was coo and I was so focused. I started to deviate from the course material to answer the question and just started making stuff up. Y'know, philosophizing. So yeah, it depends on how well he likes that whole thing. I was proud of it though. Man, I love caffine. That's why I don't drink much of it: so that when I do, I really buzz.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the dirty secret of Luke Hansen, Closet Dopefiend.

Another one bites the dust!

One final down, three to go!

I would describe the experience like this: it was as if I combined with 45-minutes-to-an-hour of studying to form a giant robot who proceeded to kick that test right in the teeth!

PD-W won't know what hit her. She'll be all: OH GOSH WHERE DID THIS CHILD LEARN SUCH CORRECT DOGMATIC FORMULATIONS

Also: maybe I should finally start studying for my Ethics final. It is starting in one hour. Let's make our magic, Mr. Study-Time! Giant Robot, GO!