Tests

Last week I took a written test, the fourth of five. It was worth 25% of my grade and the fifth and final test is also worth ~25%. I currently am passing but not with a huge margin and the concerns of not doing well or worse, failing are constantly hovering.
There are points where it feels like we're all sitting in a lifeboat together. Some of us stronger than others and fear and panic circle like vultures waiting to pick off the weakest of the group.
Not terribly pleasant, especially since we're arriving at the point where grades should be coming out today or tomorrow and missteps on this last exam will result in heroic efforts to pass on the final exam.
My ultimate hope is that I manage to pass with more than 10%, thus giving me some leeway when it comes to the last exam so I don't have to think about bringing work home to do over my Thanksgiving break- which will be short enough as it is.
To compound things, our professor said that this particular test divided the group strongly, from those who did quite well from those who failed. Again, the birds get closer. Esch.
Med school would be a lot more fun if it wasn't for tests.