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After decades of skooling, or edumacation, I have evolved as a student to a now, super senior. The one thing that has changed are final exams. Ever since I was young, final exams were tools for schools to see how successfully they have been shoving all the information into you, and for kids, they were the double torture of self-esteem-destruction and parents-spanking. Both physical and emotional, which creates an exponential result of self-humilating.

However, ever since college I have taking on the finals with a whole new different perspective. I think of it as merely a game, a game of exercising short-term memories. “How much stuff can I shove in two weeks?”, as a froshling, to now, “This will be a really challenging game, gonna give myself 5 hours to cram, and spit it out right after.” The strategy I have now is not to study too early, otherwise the short-term memory won’t be as fresh as it should be.

Right now, just 50 miutes before my last final of this term, I am eager to go beat the game, and thinking how I will enjoy it. Enough said, and enough about my procrastination, and I shall go refresh my memory some more.