Comeback Kid

So this morning is the terminal moment for the greatest physics comeback ever--the final exam. I've crunched some numbers, written some equations, and formed a statistics-based strategy for the exam. It's highly scientific and backed by many minutes of research. With a little bit of luck and maybe an invoking of the spirit of Neils Bohr, I should be able to pull out a decent grade.  If not I guess it is a sign from the universe that I am not meant understand its fundamental principles. I think a lot more people would be motivated in physics class if there were consequences for not understanding it, like tiny rips in the time-space continuum or possibly the cessation of gravity. Physics seems to be functioning fine, though, without the benefit of the understanding of about 99.5% of humans on earth. Physics does not care. It is a cold, cold motherfucker.