That was seriously the final I was stressing about the most. I even had a dream about it last night. I dreamt that Dr. Mooney felt super gracious and decided to give us the dates on our timeline and all we had to do was fill in the authors and their works. I told a couple guys in my class about my dream.

When we got to class, Dr. Mooney was holding the stack of finals. He begins passing them out, starting at the front of the class. Immediately after Paul gets his, he turns, looks at me, and declares, "Liz, you're a prophet." [Insert excitement here.] "Oh my gosh! My dream came true?" I yelled. "What dream are you talking about, Mousa?" Dr Mooney says. Then it clicks with him as well as the rest of the class who had all received their finals by then.

Dr. Mooney was gracious. He gave us some dates, some authors, and some of their works. We just had to fill in the blanks. TOTAL relief. I missed about 4 and a half of them, I think. Whatever. It's over. And I'm relieved.

Now I just gotta revise my paper when he gets my rough draft to me!

On a different note, I finished my car ad. It wasn't as epic as I imagined in my head, but I think it's cute. What do you think? (Just click it and it'll show up a little bigger.)