Finals, the Sequel

Today I came closer to having a panic attack then I ever have before. And it was terrifying.
So I was sitting down in the student lounge, waiting for my test to start, when a bunch of fresh man came down and started sitting down, talking about the English test they just took. I nearly pissed my pants, because I thought it was the second block of finals.
But no. It was the first block. And I totally missed it.
I sprinted upstairs and I was crying and hyperventilating and my entire English class saw me. It was really embarrassing, because basically the entire freshman class knew about it by the end of the day. It's scary how fast gossip travels at my school.
My teacher was cool with it, but the fact that I couldn't breathe really freaked me out. That's how scared I was. And I'm for sure never gonna forget a final again. EVER.
But now finals are over! I'm so happy! My last final wasn't even an actual final. It was just a normal test for one of my honors classes. It's all writing, but I wasn't rushed or anything, so it was nice. And it turns out I got a 175/175 on my Bio final. That is quite good, considering I only spent about 15 minutes studying. My mom keeps saying I have an aptitude for science, but I'm not so sure. I can just memorize facts and once I do, I rarely forget them. It helps that Bio interests me.
So now I'm on break, but sadly, I have to go back to my elementary school tomorrow because of my little brother and sister's school Christmas program. Stupid new music teacher made it a good 3 hours long, with each class/grade doing about 4 songs each. Multiply that by 10 grades (Pre-K - 8th) and you get a lot of holiday bullshit. Wish me luck. I'll need it to get the blood flowing back into my ass.