Fire burnin' on the dance floor

The one class that I was nervous for this semester, Cognitive Psychology, is the only class I fell in love with. It's also the only exam I have left, which I write at 7 PM tonight. The final is on language comprehension (reference, implication, inference), reasoning, syllogisms, algorithms, heuristics, and problem solving. I have never enjoyed reading a textbook so much in my life. And yet, I am so anxious to get this exam over with and start Christmas break.

I spent the day at the library today. I don't know if any of you are familiar with Dalhousie's Studley campus library, the Killam. It's five stories of thick concrete with a leaky roof. Rumor even has it that the designer of the building (also known for the Life Science Centre - another concrete monstrosity) didn't have the foresight to plan for the weight of books in the library (imagine, a library with books), so the Killam is slowly sinking. He's also rumored to have committed suicide. Either way, I spent all day on the fifth floor of this ray of sunshine:
Did I mention that I can get a 50% on the Cognitive exam and still get an A- in the course?