I wrote the last exam today. I’m so glad this class is about over. Tuesday’s the review and Thursday’s the exam. Don’t get me wrong; I’m glad I did it. It was good experience and it stretched my comfort levels, something I should probably do more often. But the time it involved, and the stress of having such an important part of a student’s life as a grade in my hands took a lot out of me. Especially the time involved. I had no idea the rest of my life was going to be so busy that I wouldn’t have time to myself anymore. Who knows whether I’ll do it again? Maybe by next year, I won’t remember how awful it was and agree to do it again. That selective memory thing we do so well. Remind me, will ya?