In the midst of nodding off, zoning in and out, scribbling down illegible answers to questions about statistics and being in a white hot chocolate coma, I ended up writing, "somethingsomethingstatssomething...like the scents of...somethingsomething, just love it. Oh, Toronto!"
I found it right as I snapped out of my reverie and drowsiness, flipping through the pages to make sure that I had at least written something down for every question, if not answered. It let me have a good laugh at myself, after a second most terrible day ever that I can remember so far school-wise.
But life is still good.