I hate you, Hudgins
I just bombed, failed, blew my Stats test.
I put an enormous amount of work into that damn class. I even made A's (and one B) on the Practice Tests. I (foolishly) felt pretty good going into the test... until it was set in front of me. It was nothing like any of the reviews. There were 2 questions with multiple parts - and the question with 70% of the multiple parts was the one I couldn't figure out. I must have asked the TA about a million questions. After an hour, I gave up. Staring at it any longer was just going to make me start crying. Never have I been more frustrated on a test - usually if I don't know the answer, it's because I don't understand that aspect of the class. But not this one. I know what I'm doing, but that test was PhD level rather than undergrad. Fortunately, when I walked out class had already officially been over for 5 minutes and a minute later he made everyone turn in their papers. After talking to a few people (including Matt, who listened to me cry on the phone), I've come to the conclusion that everyone was as blown away by that test as I was, if not more. Craig and I are going to see Hudgins before the grades come out so he doesn't suspect we just don't like our grades.
I'm so stressed out, between this test, the Botany one on Monday and Managerial Accounting on Thursday. No wonder I actually cried. And if it clears anything up, I have to make an A in this class to get into Business School. So this is a really really big deal.
I hope Hudgins feels really bad when he sees the grades.
I put an enormous amount of work into that damn class. I even made A's (and one B) on the Practice Tests. I (foolishly) felt pretty good going into the test... until it was set in front of me. It was nothing like any of the reviews. There were 2 questions with multiple parts - and the question with 70% of the multiple parts was the one I couldn't figure out. I must have asked the TA about a million questions. After an hour, I gave up. Staring at it any longer was just going to make me start crying. Never have I been more frustrated on a test - usually if I don't know the answer, it's because I don't understand that aspect of the class. But not this one. I know what I'm doing, but that test was PhD level rather than undergrad. Fortunately, when I walked out class had already officially been over for 5 minutes and a minute later he made everyone turn in their papers. After talking to a few people (including Matt, who listened to me cry on the phone), I've come to the conclusion that everyone was as blown away by that test as I was, if not more. Craig and I are going to see Hudgins before the grades come out so he doesn't suspect we just don't like our grades.
I'm so stressed out, between this test, the Botany one on Monday and Managerial Accounting on Thursday. No wonder I actually cried. And if it clears anything up, I have to make an A in this class to get into Business School. So this is a really really big deal.
I hope Hudgins feels really bad when he sees the grades.