I Dream of Treify
For the first time yesterday morning, I had my first "taking an exam and completely not prepared for it" dream. It started out with the TAs telling me what exactly to study (as in, what questions would be on the exam), and I kept brushing it off, until suddenly, it was exam time, and this was the first exam of grad school.
So they ushered us into the lab room because the exam was set up lab-style -- we each went to numbered stations and had a brief period of time to answer the question before the buzzer dinged and we go on to the next. (of no relevance to anyone was that it was a grad school exam testing us on neuro stuff -- I guess my brain didn't know what to expect) Only instead of 45 seconds like real lab exams, we had 3 minutes at each station to answer a two-part question. And OH YEAH, I had to write my answers on cooked bacon. Which was REALLY DIFFICULT, not only because it crudded up my pen, not only because it kept breaking when I wrote on it, but because I kept eating my exam. Thankfully there were only 7 questions, but I started freaking out near the end not only because I didn't know my stuff, but because if we get below an 80% on exams, we're put on probation and then kicked out of the program (true). And I kept nibbling the broken-off pieces!
It was nice and crunchy, at least.
So they ushered us into the lab room because the exam was set up lab-style -- we each went to numbered stations and had a brief period of time to answer the question before the buzzer dinged and we go on to the next. (of no relevance to anyone was that it was a grad school exam testing us on neuro stuff -- I guess my brain didn't know what to expect) Only instead of 45 seconds like real lab exams, we had 3 minutes at each station to answer a two-part question. And OH YEAH, I had to write my answers on cooked bacon. Which was REALLY DIFFICULT, not only because it crudded up my pen, not only because it kept breaking when I wrote on it, but because I kept eating my exam. Thankfully there were only 7 questions, but I started freaking out near the end not only because I didn't know my stuff, but because if we get below an 80% on exams, we're put on probation and then kicked out of the program (true). And I kept nibbling the broken-off pieces!
It was nice and crunchy, at least.