Man, I stayed up late last night cramming for my statics test today, and I ended up having a nightmare about the test! Usually, the tests are like 3 or 4 questions; and I dreamed that I'd spent a really long time on the first problem and thought that was it. I handed in the test and walked out of the building. Like 100 yards out, I realize that there are more problems, and I sprint back to the classroom. I find the professor and explain to him my situation, and of course he's all Gestapo like, "No, I can't let you have test back. You turn it in already." (The bad grammar was intentional, cuz the professor's foreign and he speaks with an accent.) So like I get down on my knees and beg him, but he won't cave. And I end up completely throwing myself down at his feet, head bowed down, grabbing onto his pant leg, crying and begging for forgiveness. And finally he caves, and he tosses this packet down on the floor. Overjoyed, I grab it and run back to my desk and start working; like 30 seconds later, I realize that I'm working a chemistry test, and it's like wtf??? That bastard of a professor tricked me! Graaggghhhh...

* (Ok, to clarify, the above portion was all part of my dream. My professor's not that mean.)

So yea, now I don't like the professor so much anymore, hahah. I guess part of this also stems from the fact that just recently we started to do stuff that requires double integrals, despite the fact that several students haven't learned it yet. And he's like (in real life now), "That's not my problem. It's your fault if you don't know it. What are you doing in my class? I suggest you figure it out soon." grrrrrrrr... It's not my fault my math professor hasn't taught it to me!!!! =(