I just finished up a week of working and sort of studying in Westport. I received a couple of shifts at my occasional call in job at Camp Iawah. I cooked some food, cleaned some rooms, and did some dishes. It was a good time. Then I went off and wrote an exam on Wednesday. I don't know how I did but I wrote an exam. That's how I feel about most of my exams these days. They're ok but I don't know if I'm actually doing well in them or not. It's tough to say.
Today at 2 I write my second exam (oooo, second exam at two o clock). I don't know if I'm prepared or not because it's difficult to say whether or not I've actually learned anything in the class. Some profs are a little ambiguous in my opinion. I understand the material though so hopefully I'll be okay to survive. After this I've only got three more so it should be fine.
Oh, and I'm moving. Life is moving fast at the moment. Faster than I'd like.