December 15th is my most-dreaded day in Switzerland. It's the day for which I stayed up till 02:00 many'a night studying at my desk. It's the day to take the most-difficult of 3 Masters exams this week. It's the day I tread the weakest plank on this bridge suspended over Bern. If it breaks under my weight, I will plummet to the ground and bravely accept defeat.
The rest of the week is full of 2 project presentations, and 2 more exams.
Writing this blog post 22 minutes before the exam is good for my brain.