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.)