Let's set the scene.
A lonely living room, stacks of
textbooks, and highlighters and sticky notes in the hair. The hair
bundled in an un-showered mess atop the lazy students head. The student
sprawled across a sad-looking sofa while contemplating life. This is the
end result of midterms on a fully dedicated student. Common thoughts
that are running through your head include but are not limited to:
"Where
is my life going?" "I totally messed up that part of the test" "They
didn't even teach that material, so how dare they ask me that question"
"Who has time to write a 16 page paper when they have to study for 15
million other tests" "When was the last time I ate" "What's that
smell....oh it's me" "I should probably shower" "Just kidding, my life
is going nowhere, so why should I?"
And so on, and so forth.
These
questions will usually continue until the student has finally accepted
their "failures" in life, or perhaps some confidences in that one test
that was supposed to be hard. They will finally find the confidence to
move from the sofa, and depart from their favorite pair of sweatpants
that have served as an armor in the great war. This is the life of the
college student in midterm season.
This was me this
past week studying for my Spanish midterm. You would think that after 2
1/2 years in college would have prepared me. Alas, my innate talent for
getting distracted, in addition to my love of k-dramas, and part time
job of procrastination, has prepared me to wait til the last minute.
I
went to the test and did all that I could, but it was a bloody
massacre. It felt like the teacher created the test based off of all my
test weaknesses, like he a freaking walk-through that told him the exact
moves it would take for me to fail.
There was a
section of the exam that was solely quotations pulled from various
pieces of spanish literature. I have no problems comprehending the lines
picked, and I love spanish in general. None of that is the problem
here. My problem is memorization.
As a child I would hide
that game Memory so my sister would stop asking me to play because I
would lose every time. I can memorize all the lyrics to my favorite
songs, but as soon as you ask me what the title is, I am out. I wouldn't
be able to tell you even if you were dangling me over a pit of left
sharks and this was my last life.
So how in the world am I
supposed to tell you the title and author of a piece of literature I
have only read once or twice. And these titles are not short either. It is like the authors partnered up with Fall Out Boy and made the most ridiculous, long-ass titles, that no one in their right mind could ever remember.
So
basically this exam screwed me over. I am hoping that the essay and
vocabulary sections will pull me through, and I should not dwell on the
past, but c'mon man!
Anyways, I am currently still in
my sweatpants and messy bun phase. And I will get over this exam
to move onto real life problems, but right now my armor is what I need.
