Well fuck.

This morning I had my first exam, in interlibrary loans. Yes, I had a class dedicated entirely to ILL, and yes, it was rather pointless.

It couldn't really be studied for, and it was open book. The first page consisted of looking up terms online and such, while the second half was searching for books and locations using the National Library and various databases.

And, well, fuck.

The first page was a breeze, and then I hit the second one.

The woman made the thing so bloody hard it was impossible to find what she wanted. I ended up skipping one question, and wasn't entirely sure about the answers to the others.

I really just wanted to cry. Then I was feeling violent towards the end. By the time I finally decided to just give up and hand the bastard thing in, I could feel my eye twitching.

Tomorrow is Reference, which I'm not feeling overly prepared for.