Sounds like nightmares that I still have 30+ years later. Years ago my old man said “Get used to them - I still have them too!”
I recall, senior year in undergrad school taking the GREs.
Went in with my roommate. I should note that she was one of these naturally bright people. She studied, even if she didn’t have to; 4.0 all the way. Dean’s List.
IIRC, we were told to answer as many questions as we could, in as many areas as we felt comfortable; just make sure the answers were correct. Don’t guess.
Finished my areas early and went on to other sections. I remember as if it was yesterday, my whole life flashing before me. So I finish filling my blue-book and twiddle and hem and haw; check my work. Glance over to my roommate...she is filling her third blue-book.
Geez. Give the blue-book to the proctor; I leave the exam room after the greatest test for underarm deodorant ever made. My roommate is still writing feverishly.
I’m thinking, there is no God.
I still have those nightmares, too. Where I just found out that I was signed up for a class, and I never attended because I didn't know I was signed up, and the day I find out, I go to class only to find out they are taking the final and I can't answer a single question because I know absolutely nothing about the course material.
I haven't taken any kind of final since the 1990s.
You mean like the ones I have where I sign up for a difficult course and do not attend it until a couple of weeks before the final? And I have a paper due as well, and am trying to find time to start it?