The Exam. . . .
09-Nov-02
. . . is over!
The proctor was an hour late– we had to call him at home to remind him what time the exam was (he thought it was at 9 AM), and he left partway through to drop off his daughter at a soccer game and come back (only 30 minutes or so). Very unprofessional!
The exam was in a similar format, except that instead of giving us two poems and asking us to identify the historical/geographical context of their composition, we got two prose passages (paragraphs).This was very frustrating, as I was all prepared to write about poetry, which has been on every exam for the last 5 years! Argh!
When it comes to exams and tests, especially high-stakes exams, I dislike surprises in format, timing, etc. I don’t mind being tested on things I should know, but I really resent it when the expectation is that it will be a test of these subjects, and it turns out to be a test of these other ones instead.
Sigh.
I am conflicted between spending the rest of the day writing or drinking. I do need to workout this afternoon, but after that, all bets are off. Of course, I have no one to drink with, which makes me a pathetic loser instead of a social drunk.
Sigh. Off to change and workout, then shower. Then decide if I’m going to drink the night away, or write. I want to write, but my right hand is all cramped from the essays.