please kill me
Writing this at work at 9:50am
I just found out my grade for the financial part of the CPA exam. Of course I failed. Of course. The worst part about this is that a 75 is a passing score. I got a 74. Of course. Failing by thirty points is less painful than failing by one point. Had I gotten one more point, all of this would be over. I had been planning on moving to an apartment. I had been planning a lot of things. So much for free time or reading for fun or watching any of that huge pile of DVDs or that long Netflix queue or enjoying the spring or getting to bed for work before midnight.
I just paid $215 to retake this test. I wonder if I'm crazy enough to go through the procedure of having them regrade my test. Maybe not, since "the chances of receiving a grade change from a failing grade to a passing grade are just about equal to your chances of winning the lottery." I wonder how much the procedure costs, though.
Another thing that sucks about this is that I was sure I'd failed the other three sections, but then I found out that I'd passed. For this one, I thought I'd passed. This is why expectations of any kind are bad.
Yesterday I finished reading The Wordy Shipmates by Sarah Vowell, and today I brought to work with me a book very strongly recommended by a friend. I've only read twelve pages of it, thus far, but it is completely awesome and right up my alley. So much for that, too.
While I don't think dropping out or being a quitter is inherently wrong, I tend to think it's foolish when a person is more than halfway done something. I guess I have to suck it up and study for another nine or ten weeks, followed by the anxiety of waiting for a grade until it comes in late June.
I just found out my grade for the financial part of the CPA exam. Of course I failed. Of course. The worst part about this is that a 75 is a passing score. I got a 74. Of course. Failing by thirty points is less painful than failing by one point. Had I gotten one more point, all of this would be over. I had been planning on moving to an apartment. I had been planning a lot of things. So much for free time or reading for fun or watching any of that huge pile of DVDs or that long Netflix queue or enjoying the spring or getting to bed for work before midnight.
I just paid $215 to retake this test. I wonder if I'm crazy enough to go through the procedure of having them regrade my test. Maybe not, since "the chances of receiving a grade change from a failing grade to a passing grade are just about equal to your chances of winning the lottery." I wonder how much the procedure costs, though.
Another thing that sucks about this is that I was sure I'd failed the other three sections, but then I found out that I'd passed. For this one, I thought I'd passed. This is why expectations of any kind are bad.
Yesterday I finished reading The Wordy Shipmates by Sarah Vowell, and today I brought to work with me a book very strongly recommended by a friend. I've only read twelve pages of it, thus far, but it is completely awesome and right up my alley. So much for that, too.
While I don't think dropping out or being a quitter is inherently wrong, I tend to think it's foolish when a person is more than halfway done something. I guess I have to suck it up and study for another nine or ten weeks, followed by the anxiety of waiting for a grade until it comes in late June.