Midterms suck, y'all. Especially when you've been in the workplace for half a decade and have gotten used to being able to ask for help, since results were what mattered.
However - I am sitting in my little pink office, in the middle of the day, in my workout clothes, filling my brain with facts that I am interested in. I will be tested in 27 minutes and then I will be done with this whole testing process for at least a month or two, and then I will go to the really nice gym that's right up the street and run until my feet hurt more than my brain. I am not, in fact, paying for any of these privileges.
I am lucky. I know I am lucky.
But midterms are the brain child of a devil and a douchecanoe, and I can't wait until they're over.