I have no idea what this picture is from, but it feels like midterms to me. Or maybe I should reserve this image for finals, seeing as they are . . . well, final. The sealing of your fate with superglue and two rolls of ductape.Just feeling the doom lately. The danger, growing nearer every second. Unavoidable, inescapeable, inevitable . . . Run, hide, scream at 3am, nothing helps. It bears down on you . . . (ellipsis to increase tension)
Aaaand then you dodge at the last second and just get grazed. This is because you are the protagonist and the protagonist can't get crushed, at all, or at least not until the end of the story.
Hmmm. Sounds right to me. Oh, that means I've got a 50% chance of direct hit by inevitable doom during finals week.
So, about midterms. Three of five classes come in as "passed with grades above D" Finalized grades as yet unknown. Two are still pending.
Last two midterms [in haunting wails]: Dooooom. Doooom.
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