Like lambs led to slaughter

It is 11.55 and I'm sipping coffee with a shot of (non-alcoholic, damn!) Irish cream, just realising that caffeine is probably not the best thing to calm my nerves.
In 5 minutes, my fate will be decided. The hammer will fall.
In 5 minutes, I'll get my exam results.

I'm very close to doing something unladylike involving skidmarks.

Update:

I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All in all, I got an average of about 62% this year, which is a 2.1, which is great!
My exams are generally worse than my coursework, cos I am just crap at it, but I passed!
It's not as good as last year, but last year I nearly killed myself with work, so I am quite pleased with what I got. Hell, I'd be the last to complain about anything.
And Bob G. described my article about/against Aspartame as having a polemic punch! \m/ ROCK!!!!! \m/ How cool is that? I am, like, totally subversive! :D
And what I loved especially was that I could use the word "fuck" quite a bit in the radio play without being told off for it. YAY creative writing!

Anyways, a lot of weight has fallen off my back, and now I can really enjoy my summer.

Thanks to those of you who helped me through exams with mojo and prayers. It totally worked.

Back to packing, 'cause I am heading back to Germany tomorrow, to chill with me dad, see the fam and attend the obligatory weddings/baby viewings that sort of tend to pile up in one's circle of friends in the late 20s.
Poor Dom has to stay here and suffer Steve the Miserable.