Attack of the Phantom Distribution!!!

(school) The Partnership Tax exam starts in ten minutes. I suppose, finals in school are something like death and (coincidentally enough) taxes. They're inevitable. And to be received with the same enthusiasm that we hold for the other two.
As it is, now that I know the hot asset distribution rules, Prof. B says that there's no going back. I've been permanently damaged. To be honest, I'll be happy with passing this class. I'm not expecting an A by any stretch of the imagination. I'd like it, sure. But something tells me that it isn't happening in this class. No matter what happens in the next three hours, as far as the exam goes, two things should come out of it.
1) I will survive. Oh, maybe I'll be damaged, shook up, wounded, in need of vital fluids (including but not limited to copious amounts of Dew - LiveWire), but I'll survive.
2) I will pass. I may not get the greatest grade in the world, but I feel comfortable enough with the processes and procedures here that I can at least show that I learned something, and that something should be enough to get me a passing grade.