I have also taken up incessant nail chewing and random outbursts of laughter. You know you are at your wits end, when you sneak upstairs to buzz your own apartment, pretending to be Jehovas Witnesses, asking your room mates to "come to a feast celebrating the death of 10 pound baby jesus himself". C and I decided she would be Karen and I would be Elaine, but when the time came to actually speak as Jehovas Witnesses, we were laughing to much to get anything out. Yes, this did happen and no I do not feel crazy.
I will attest to the fact I find it extremely difficult to write exams in the gym. I feel like I am legit autistic. EVERYTHING bothers me. The kid beside me who is licking his lips at 100 decibles, flicking his saliva with every swipe of his tongue. Sometimes I felt the need to duck away from the oncoming airborne saliva. The sick kid blowing his snotty nose into that same sodden Kleenex. The fans on the ceiling that sound like a full on Semi-truck is circling the perimeter of the gym. Not to mention the TA's that patrol the walkways like they are knights guarding their fair princess, dragging their armoured feet with every step.
On my way home from my exam I saw something that I knew must be mentioned: I can't stand it when runner's do the "Continued run on the spot" while they wait for the walk sign. Honestly, in the 20 second wait are you really going to cool your muscles down? To make the situation even worse, this guy was wearing full socks pulled up over his knee caps. What is it with guys and wearing socks that are insanely high?
Exams seem to intensify everything about 1000x, and reduce ambition to less than the crumb of a poor church mouse. I wore make-up for the first time in probably a few weeks, however, I refuse to wear a bra, because that is just out of my comfort zone.