As I predicted, here I am blogging again right after an exam. Why? Well, this time I honest and truly don’t have anything better to do. Yes, I need to start on my Architecture studying but none of that is avaliable to me right now: oh, shucks.
So Geology was easy but took forever to do. She included a ridiculous number of long-answer questions, so this test took me about 55 minutes rather than my average 45. That’s OK, because after 45 I thought I was done. As I prepared to leave, I accidentally knocked my test off the dinky desk those stingy Clark people bought. I hate the attached-to-chair type of desk; they’re gruelling on one’s back and don’t seem to fit any body type. The exam fluttered to the floor, and as I picked it up I realized that there was a whole back page I had not filled out yet, and those questions were worth the most of the whole exam! Thank God I knocked it off the desk, or I would have done poorly for no good reason. The extra ten minutes were me thankfully writing up the answer to that last question. Whew.
I feel pretty good about my exams this semester; it’s a totally strange feeling, frankly. Last year I always left feeling like “well, whatever happens happens,” but this year is very much a “I did well.” Perhaps it’s because classes are easier, but as I thought about it I think that I have actually put more work into my classes this year: ironic, of course, because these 4 classes have nothing whatsoever to do with my major. It’s the 20/80 thing – “in many situations it’s the first 20 percent of the effort that contributes 80 percent of the benefit.” I put in more effort, so hopefully I’ll get more benefit. I think the additional work doing may be due to my having gotten married for two reasons: first, because despite the fact I’m only 19, getting married requires a lot of maturity. It means that now I am responsible to Ian for my actions; that I have to consider the reprecussions of my choices more fully. No, marriage may not cause the increased maturity, but then again it just might. Second, getting married meant that I moved off campus. Moving off campus removes nearly all the seductions of spending time with friends, checking mail superfluously, and spending hours in the Caf for no adequately explained reason. I spend more time alone, so even if I wasted more time I’d also STILL have more time to devote to work. Plus I’m just not a major time-waster… unless you’re talking about Midtown Madness…
– KF –
1 Final Exam
3 Days to Seattle
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