This next month brings with it exams, books, notes and worry. It also carries the relief of finishing a class, the prospect of a care free summer and the sadness of leaving friends.

For me the worst part of finals has always been the waiting. I study for a class and eventually reach a point where I either know the material or I don't. It is between this critical moment and the exam itself that I often linger. But it is more pronounced here in Edinburgh instead of having maybe a day, perhaps two, I have an entire month for tests I would take within a single week.

My first test is Statistical Mechanics on Thursday and it only goes uphill from there.