Math20B Final
So I took my first final ever just now. I so want to call Jay or Robert and see what their UC finals are like, but Im paranoid that if I call them, they'll be in the middle of a final and have forgotten to turn off their phone, and will fail all because I had to call them(cell phones are illegal when taking a final).
The whole experience was weird. All fucking day yesterday I studied Calculus until like life itself lost meaning. I wake up this morning at like 7, check the website about the time of the final. The website only has the final time for the alternate class, so I figure my class' final is gonna begin at the same time the class usually begins. So I take my time, get some breakfast, and at around like 8:30 decide to just go to gingerly walk to class early. Or so I thought. I get to the room, and see the entire class already there working on their Finals. So Im like shit. I ask the TA, who is quite the greatest fucking Math TA ever. And he's like, "no, youre too late." And Im like crap. Then he goes "No, Im just bullshitting you"(this part is only funny if you understand how czechoslovakian the guy is) and tells me to get an exam from the front. So I pick up an exam and like race through it, thinking Im gonna need all the time I have left. I finish an hour early. Only 3 other people have already finished. So fuck it, I just turn it in. recapping the test, I had no fucking idea for like 3 out of 10 questions. So optimistically Ive gotten about a C on the final. Hopefully, everyone else fucked up. So I can possibly get an A on this exam which would replace the C I got on the first midterm(yeah, a fucking 43 out of a hundred translated into a C on the first midterm). Im just glad to be done THINKING about Math20B. Worst thing that happens is I fail the Final and the class and have to retake the class. Wont really put me behind as far as graduating in 4 years goes.
Anyways, all that's left is my Chem6A final. And chemistry is my bitch so Im not worried at all
The whole experience was weird. All fucking day yesterday I studied Calculus until like life itself lost meaning. I wake up this morning at like 7, check the website about the time of the final. The website only has the final time for the alternate class, so I figure my class' final is gonna begin at the same time the class usually begins. So I take my time, get some breakfast, and at around like 8:30 decide to just go to gingerly walk to class early. Or so I thought. I get to the room, and see the entire class already there working on their Finals. So Im like shit. I ask the TA, who is quite the greatest fucking Math TA ever. And he's like, "no, youre too late." And Im like crap. Then he goes "No, Im just bullshitting you"(this part is only funny if you understand how czechoslovakian the guy is) and tells me to get an exam from the front. So I pick up an exam and like race through it, thinking Im gonna need all the time I have left. I finish an hour early. Only 3 other people have already finished. So fuck it, I just turn it in. recapping the test, I had no fucking idea for like 3 out of 10 questions. So optimistically Ive gotten about a C on the final. Hopefully, everyone else fucked up. So I can possibly get an A on this exam which would replace the C I got on the first midterm(yeah, a fucking 43 out of a hundred translated into a C on the first midterm). Im just glad to be done THINKING about Math20B. Worst thing that happens is I fail the Final and the class and have to retake the class. Wont really put me behind as far as graduating in 4 years goes.
Anyways, all that's left is my Chem6A final. And chemistry is my bitch so Im not worried at all