The art of screwing yourself - Part 2

So it's 6pm Tuesday evening. I'm in room 3200 at Bahen. It's a large spacious hall, the ceiling is miles above and the walls are made of glass on three sides. But all this is irrelevant right now, since I have a midterm tomorrow which I am yet to start studying for. The other nerds in this room seem to be studying frantically for something. I, on the other hand do not know where to begin. How did I get myself into this mess, I wonder. It's one of those days when you have shit loads to do, but are frozen by the enormity of it all and end up writing blogs instead.

HELP!!!