panic!

I have my English literature exam tomorrow, and I'm bricking my life for it. I love English so much, and intend to carry it on at college, but if I fail at life tomorrow and breakdown or spontaneously combust or something then I think I'll have to just cry.
Quit life and become a druggy? I think so.

Anyway, I have not even re-read my To Kill a Mockingbird yet, and I have around two and a half hours to do so.
How do you read a book with a cat this cute on your lap, and your blog in front of you? Instead of channelling my panic through the soothing theory of reading, therefore eradicating my fears, I have decided to dwindle my time by another half an hour by writing about my panic to unsuspecting readers who don't even care.

If my question tomorrow is 'Why has Lee spent half the book blabbering on about insignificant nonsense?' then I'll probably be okay.

Don't get me wrong, I understand the political and social significance of this book, being a catalyst for the change in segregation and all that beautiful spiritual jazz, but I just haven't got the blithering time to read 100 more pages. The bloody trial only takes up like 50 pages. What is she doing for the other 250?!?!

Questioning the meaning of life........................... NOW.