And I suspect a miracle. How does this world work? The worst exam this semester turns out giving me the highest mark out of all my subjects. Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful. But Microeconomics felt like the most horrid exam paper I've ever sat for (maybe on par with Malay karangan exams). Jeff Borland (lecturer) put me through a mortifying two hours of sweat, superspeed-writing, confusion, panic, painstakingly-hard thinking, and weird last-minute answers, followed by after-exam effects of dejection, sadness, fear, a lowered self-esteem and the whole maybe-i-ain't-cut-out-for-uni school of thought, only to award me one month later with a H1 (first-class honours) of 94%.
Ohmygod, maybe they marked the wrong paper?
*touch wood*
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