The Point of No Return

At the end of studying for finals, one reaches the point of no return. You walk into that room, and all the time you wasted writing clever blog entries (the time spent writing lame ones doesn't count) weighs upon your mind, and you are measured, and you are generally found wanting. Your last remaining hope? The sliding scale of justice. In Macro Theory and Money 'n' Banking, 80% is an A; on this I place my hope. It is T-12 for my date with destiny at the office of Sir Oscar, the Lone Crusader Against Grade Inflation. Bid me well, and Godspeed, and may my mind not falter, nor my pen not run out of ink, nor my wrist cramp under the pressure of back-to-back-to-back 2 hour exams!