May 04, 2006 14:36
Just finished my last final!
Stars! These set of exams were the toughest yet. Granted, they're supposed to be tougher the further ahead one goes into school, but I had no idea how draining these things could be. I reckon having my examination schedule starting off with my M.C.A.T.s did not improve my disposition during the examination period, but I think I would have freaked out just the same without the M.C.A.T.s - I've been told that I put a tad too much pressure on myself - especially when school is concerned.
As most of you know, I'm not one to think back on a test after it's completed, but I do feel the anxiety of the results from time to time. Of all the exams that I have just taken (excluding the M.C.A.T.), I think my toughest exam would be the applied mathematics course that Lizzie, my girlfriend, somehow persuade me to sit. I don't know how she does it, but she could give this look (somewhere across a lost and injured puppy and a pleading child) that could make me do almost anything, a look that should be outlawed (she had me buying her tampons once by giving me that look)!
Regardless, the exam for my applied mathematics course was brutal. It was only five questions long and three hours was not enough time to finish it all! I hope it's graded on a curve! I don't know why I didn't drop the course earlier, the main reason I took it, besides Lizzie giving me 'the look,' was because it was Lizzie's first time being a Teacher's Assistant (T.A.) and she wanted a familiar face to curb her anxieties. I remember telling her that I would take this course provisionally, until she felt comfortable in her new role and then drop the course, but I stuck to it.
It's not like I needed the math credit - I've already taken my mathematics requirement for medical school. I remember sitting in my Calculus and Statistics class, staring out the window, daydreaming when I would ever need to know derivatives in real life! I still ponder about that to this day!
All in all, despite all the jinxing or bad karma coming my way when I type this, but I think I rather did well, *knock on wood* Damn, this kitchen table isn't made of wood, it's the synthetic type. Oh, no, got to find real wood before I jinx myself altogether.