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The effect of exam stress on my book buying habits

It is approximately 8:30pm on Monday 7 May 2012. I'm doing my German oral exam tomorrow and I'm extremely nervous and it's not fair. It has occurred to me at several random points in the past week or so where I've been handing over tender to pay for books or clicking "proceed to checkout", in an almost zombie-like state, on Amazon that exam stress does nothing good for my book buying habits.

Usually I will buy one, two or three books a month. This past week or so: 10+. It's crazy. And mad. And the like. I think I'm just craving stuff to read that doesn't involve anything "school"y, so to speak. Saying that, I've bought a weird mix of books: anything from the most classic of classics to the the most contemporary of contemporary. It's good because it means I'll have a lot to read over study leave and after, but it's not good because I don't exactly have all the money in the world.

On the plus side, my Mum bought me a lovely hand painted heart-shaped rock to wish me good luck in my exams and it fits exactly perfectly into my hand and it's quite relaxing just to chuck from hand to hand. This thing is going to be glued to me over the next few weeks.

I thought I better document these horrendous spending habits of mine to remind myself not to do it again when I see how much I've spent in total....

Keep (trying to) smile and never forget that you are awesome.

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