The sounds of your rejoicing are nigh unto overwhelming!
Heh, I'm laughing, but not entirely in an asshole kind of way. I'm sure you'll do fine.
But for a little ... ahem ... help from our invisible friends, it's Mercury time! I'll be performing a memory-blessing rite in the Mercury hour to aid in your studies. It won't bring knowledge you haven't learned because you were tripping balls instead of going to class, ya slackers, but it should help you remember what you've been studying when you're sitting there in class.
If you'd like to be a part of the RO-performance of this blessing, you can purchase the rite below.
If you're up to doing it yourself, mix up a martini, light yourself a silver candle, burn some frankincense, and conjure up Raphael, Tiriel, Taphthartharath, Hermes and Mnemosyne and ask them for a little help with your memory. The seals and lamens are below, you can use the conjuration technique from the Modern Angelic Grimoire, and recite the Orphic Hymns to Hermes and Mnemosyne as your statement of intent.
The Orphic Hymn to Hermes goes like this:
Hermes, draw near, and to my pray'r incline, angel of Jove [Zeus], and Maia's son divine; Studious of contests, ruler of mankind, with heart almighty, and a prudent mind. Celestial messenger, of various skill, whose pow'rful arts could watchful Argus kill: With winged feet, 'tis thine thro' air to course, O friend of man, and prophet of discourse: Great life-supporter, to rejoice is thine, in arts gymnastic, and in fraud divine: With pow'r endu'd all language to explain, of care the loos'ner, and the source of gain. Whose hand contains of blameless peace the rod, Corucian, blessed, profitable God; Of various speech, whose aid in works we find, and in necessities to mortals kind: Dire weapon of the tongue, which men revere, be present, Hermes, and thy suppliant hear; Assist my works, conclude my life with peace, give graceful speech, and me memory's increase.
And the Orphic Hymn to Mnemosyne goes like this:
The consort I invoke of Jove [Zeus] divine, source of the holy, sweetly-speaking Nine; Free from th' oblivion of the fallen mind, by whom the soul with intellect is join'd: Reason's increase, and thought to thee belong, all-powerful, pleasant, vigilant, and strong: 'Tis thine, to waken from lethargic rest all thoughts deposited within the breast; And nought neglecting, vigorous to excite the mental eye from dark oblivion's night. Come, blessed power, thy mystic's mem'ry wake to holy rites, and Lethe's fetters break.
To have me perform the rite for you (I've got the setup already, uh, set up), use the button below (US $49.95):