The absolute hopelessness of dismal failure
*poof*
Goes my hopes for getting a good grade for CL 151.
For the second time in a row, I get a 5. Nope the results aren't out yet, but as I left the makeup exam and looking through my reviewer I find that I made a hella lot of mistakes. This is happening after I have studied for 3 days straight. Tried to memorize about 20 authors and their works plus the dates their most famous works were published.
What happened today? I mistake Juan C. Laya for Arturo Rotor. My brain kept insisting that The Woman with two Navels was written way way before Tropical Gothic which it thought was written in 1961. I completely forgot that I had written down both works of Emmanuel Torres and the years. And that the only work of Kerima Polotan's that my brain remember (and apparently my hand remembers writing) is Hand of the Enemy.
The only things I remembered were the firsts and some dates for some events that weren't even in the exam. I hate objective exams in college. My brain is not wired for this. I'm an essay kind of person. I can bluff my way around that. But this kind of exam, the super objective kind just stumps my brain. It can't think. I don't understand why I can memorise episode names of so many TV shows and names and birthdates of obscure actors but not the information I have to know for my subjects. I mean my brain is a repository for useless trivia but not for useful ones.
Damn it! And here I was hoping I can still get the parents to go up the stage for graduation.
*poof* goes that dream too.
Goes my hopes for getting a good grade for CL 151.
For the second time in a row, I get a 5. Nope the results aren't out yet, but as I left the makeup exam and looking through my reviewer I find that I made a hella lot of mistakes. This is happening after I have studied for 3 days straight. Tried to memorize about 20 authors and their works plus the dates their most famous works were published.
What happened today? I mistake Juan C. Laya for Arturo Rotor. My brain kept insisting that The Woman with two Navels was written way way before Tropical Gothic which it thought was written in 1961. I completely forgot that I had written down both works of Emmanuel Torres and the years. And that the only work of Kerima Polotan's that my brain remember (and apparently my hand remembers writing) is Hand of the Enemy.
The only things I remembered were the firsts and some dates for some events that weren't even in the exam. I hate objective exams in college. My brain is not wired for this. I'm an essay kind of person. I can bluff my way around that. But this kind of exam, the super objective kind just stumps my brain. It can't think. I don't understand why I can memorise episode names of so many TV shows and names and birthdates of obscure actors but not the information I have to know for my subjects. I mean my brain is a repository for useless trivia but not for useful ones.
Damn it! And here I was hoping I can still get the parents to go up the stage for graduation.
*poof* goes that dream too.