This will be updated on Monday, after MY LAST EXAMMMMM, assuming anything else happens/assuming whatever happens is noteworthy enough for me to bother writing about it once the exams are over:

1. Encountering a question in my exam paper that went as follows -

   Q: It would be wise to fall out of love in which of the following circumstances:
        A. If you are obsessed with someone who is draining you financially and/or emotionally.
        B. If you are in love with someone who does not reciprocate.
        C. If you are involved with someone who is cheating on you.
        D. All of the above.

   Well, GEE, I wonder what the right answer could be, and HEY since when was falling out of love so *snap fingers* like that one!

2. Being told that I’m “not allowed to eat sweets during the exam”, when I was really just popping antacids in a valiant effort to combat my acid reflux.
3. Having #2 happen when I was in the midst of answering an essay question on the treatment of gastric ulcers.
4. Making up the answer to #3 based on A) personal experience, B) accounts from the bunny from when she had an ulcer when she was working in Tokyo, and C) a recent episode of House, M.D.
5. Walking into an exam hall prepared to answer 50 MCQs, then being greeted with 32 MCQs and half a dozen short answer questions, with the excuse being “There was a security breach and POOR ME I had to make up new questions at 2am Singapore time when I was in the US!” (That means it was circa 2pm over there, you twit. What’s so difficult about being awake at 2pm?! You weren’t even on holiday.) And that’s still not an excuse for not having at least sent out a circular to let us know of the change in format. It’s not like you decided on the layout 30 minutes before the paper.

Oh lord make it end.