OMFG. My summer can now begin.
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I don’t know that I’ll ever take a summer class again.
Yeah, I want to blame the “10 weeks of work shoved into 6 week” schedule for my newly-minted “B-” in ECON 11, but the truth is that there’s a far more disturbing fact.
I felt completely prepared for that final. I felt fine while I was taking it. I felt confident during the week I waited for the results. But, I got a “C” on the final. A “C”. What? How could my feelings about the exam and my result be in such opposition?
I have felt like this before. I have taken exams before and experienced this disconnect between the “feel” for my performance and the actual result. I can think of 4 such experiences. 1 was a CS exam, 2 were math, and this one.
That’s what really disturbs me, that I’m somehow unaware that I’m fucking up while it’s happening. I have an appointment to see the exam to discover where I went off the rails, but Christ, I don’t want to be blissfully unaware that I’m wrongly answering questions during exams. That just sounds bizarre.
Oh, and I’ve felt really very confident about Econ classes in general so far at UCLA. I already had an “A-” and an “A+” in my previous Econ classes, so I also feel a bit indignant (aka “ashamed for my ego”) that I pulled a grade like a “B-” in a class that’s NOT computer science or level 4 calculus.
I’ll report back to you my very important findings regarding my mistakes on that final.
I was all set to take French1, 2, and 3 as my foreign language requirement (you have to take up through Level 3). I’d taken French in high school, but I thought I was due for a series of refresher courses and couldn’t “test out” of any of them.
I just took the online French placement test. The good news is that now French1 and French2 have been eliminated from my curriculum.
The bad news is that now I have to jump right into French3.
I didn’t know how to word this post without it sounding like a HumbleBrag, but I seriously didn’t plan on jumping into a college-level 3 French class.
OK, like I said, I’m donezo with classes until the fall.
So, now that my brain has been released from the UCLA academic death grip, I can tell you about what happened last night.
For each class, I make a “cheat sheet” or study sheet, regardless of whether or not the professor allows us to bring them into the exam. If it’s not permitted, I just use the sheet to study from during the quarter.
On the sheet are all the pertinent formulas, principles, items the professor stressed in lecture, etc. I spend a lot of time assembling the sheets and I look at them often enough that my brain “takes pictures” of the charts, etc, so I can mentally reference them during the test.
Last night, I had to pick up my car from the repair shop and turn in my rental car. I got there just in time before they closed.
As I was driving home, I couldn’t find my study sheet for the final I had to take early this morning. I looked everywhere in the car. I suppose while I was transferring all my belongings from my rental to my car, it disappeared.
I was very upset. Probably disproportionately upset, but I had worked for 3 weeks on that study sheet and I was afraid that the night before the exam, I wasn’t going to have any of the precious last moments of memory impression.
I’d had plans that night and had felt it would be fine to go because I would have my study sheet with me to look at periodically. Now that it was lost, I needed to instead go back to the parking lot where I did the car exchange and see if it was on the ground.
I finally arrived at the lot and of course it wasn’t there.
How could that have happened?
I stood by my car for a while before I realized I was just going to have to make another one.
I sat in my car in the dark parking lot and by the glow of the security lights in front of the body shop, I spent an hour making another study sheet (seen above).
It’s a shadow of the lost study sheet’s glory (and half as long), but it did the job.
(Note to self: ALWAYS take fucking pictures of cheat sheets. ALWAYS.)
OMFG. My summer can now begin.
ExamTime. About to take my final. Going to be so happy in 2 hrs.
Later, I’m going to tell you the story about last night.
Damn, I parked in Lot 7 all this past year, but not for the summer.
My friend Brandy’s car was in the lower level of Lot 4 during the flood.
Brandy’s getting a new car.