A note on final exams
Greetings readers!
This will have to be relatively short because, honestly, finals have been killer. Well, stress-wise. Difficulty-wise they were all extraordinarily reasonable, which makes me think something is going on. Some sort of conspiracy to administer tests that are a fair judge of what you learned! Zounds!
A digression: I could not imagine, before this moment, that I would ever use the word “zounds” in a post.
Anyway, this brings me to a quick note on finals that I’d like to mention and focus this post about: finals are (at least for me, and I know for fair few other people) never quite as bad as they seem to be before you take them. I studied for six or seven hours yesterday for a test last night. I was extremely worried that the professor was going to test on everything and anything we had learned and that it was simply not feasible for me to remember it all, and, as is standard for any final, I was worried I wouldn’t do well. This was, of course, tempered with the knowledge that no final has ever been as bad as I make it out to be (did I say never? Some of them have been pretty bad), but regardless, I felt it. But after all that studying yesterday, and all the studying before that, I spent an hour and twenty minutes on the final last night, and while it was challenging, it was based on concepts that we had learned and was (as previously stated in my conspiracy theory) reasonable.
So my quick note is this, if you can take it. Study, naturally, because that helped. But don’t incapacitate yourself over the stress. Because it is only (at most) two hours of your life, and it often turns out to be not so bad.
I want to write more, but alas, I need to work on some things.
So I bring you a picture from my archives for this week. I took this when I went to Ireland the summer before my freshman year here.
So happy Thanksgiving, and I look forward to keeping in touch over interim. D-term. Winter break. You know.
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