Hell Week Day 3

posted in School on Oct 17, 2007

Yesterday, I took you through my anger that I could not return my textbook during midterm time, and today I’m going to turn that anger and point it right back at me. I’m angry with myself for not taking a little more time to flesh out my knowledge of the topics covered in my Finance exam.

Sunday when I started studying, everything seemed to be going my way. The questions that we were supposed to have done for the class were not especially difficult, and of course having the book right there helps (although not a ton; the book is poorly designed), but my professor happens to be of the sort that likes to do “fun” things with their tests. For this one, it was split into five sections and we were supposed to pick two to do, and those would be the only two that she grades. And while that doesn’t sound too awful, the sections were split up not by topic, but rather haphazardly. So, for instance, instead of having a full section on one topic, it would be split into maybe two, making it so that you had to know how to do both things in order to get the maximum amount of points. Yes, I’m sure that I should have known how to do everything, but that didn’t happen. I ended up not finishing some parts of the exam because I kept second guessing myself on future values of annuities, so we’ll see how it all turns out. If the horrible circumstance arises that I have to take the class again based off of this exam, a new professor I shall choose, but that decision won’t be based solely on this test, and I’ll leave it at that.

Afterwards, I spent a good long time finishing up my Management Science homework and take-home exam. From about 7:00pm until 12:30am I was busting my hump to work all of that stuff out. The first question on the exam became the bane of my existence for a while. All of the other problems asked you to solve, but this one just asked for the equations to solve. For some reason that threw me for a loop. It was like the question was enticing me into a trap or something. But oh well, it’s done and forgotten. The really hard part of the week is over now, I just have one more exam to go.

  • Every time I think about how going back to school sounds nice, I’ll remember these Hell Week posts. If I still think going back to school sounds nice after reading these again, I suppose I’m sick enough of my job to do it.

  • Noo! Don’t do it! Stay sane!

  • Trust me– I enjoy my paycheck so much that nostalgia for school is akin to nostalgia for that sewage smell that walking track would get in Spring.