Fucking A
So I failed day 2 of the qualifying exam again. I honestly thought I had a chance on this one, but I messed up one or two too many things on the Quantum part. The statistical mechanics part, the class that I failed and the part I got practically nothing on last time, I passed with flying colors. And the general physics part I died on, but SO DID EVERYONE. So instead of best 2/3 it was 2/2 with a part that will frustrate you for an hour. I hate how the students study for months for these exams and the qualifying committee can't even write good questions that will show our understanding of the subject.
So now I have a decision to make: I can refuse to take the test again, leave in May/June, and get on with my life; or I can delay my whole track/plan I had going for myself by three months while I study for this fucking shit pile one last time. If I fail in August, they kick me out.
This whole thing has really taken the wind out of my sails. Everything had been going beautifully for the past 3 months, what with passing the Oral Quals, nobody caring I failed Quantum 3, passing my other two classes last semester, looking like having easy classes this semester, rediscovering downhill skiing, having an advisor who cares and isn't a nervous wreck, not having to TA this semester, and Natalie being a hunk of awesome thrown in.
What's most frustrating is that I can't even yell or cry or have some huge emotional outburst. I'm just frustrated, angry, and drained from all of this.
So now I have a decision to make: I can refuse to take the test again, leave in May/June, and get on with my life; or I can delay my whole track/plan I had going for myself by three months while I study for this fucking shit pile one last time. If I fail in August, they kick me out.
This whole thing has really taken the wind out of my sails. Everything had been going beautifully for the past 3 months, what with passing the Oral Quals, nobody caring I failed Quantum 3, passing my other two classes last semester, looking like having easy classes this semester, rediscovering downhill skiing, having an advisor who cares and isn't a nervous wreck, not having to TA this semester, and Natalie being a hunk of awesome thrown in.
What's most frustrating is that I can't even yell or cry or have some huge emotional outburst. I'm just frustrated, angry, and drained from all of this.