I had my exam today. It was the opposite of that nightmare where you show up at the wrong time and the professor is there without you. We were all there without the professor. We were all just there sitting there waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
No sign of the professor.
Finally, after twenty minutes or so, one of the girls in my class got up to go find out what was up. She came back and told us that we all had a little extra studying time… apparently our professor got the dates mixed up and he didn’t think that our exam was until Tuesday. So, he was still at home (presumably lounging around in his bathrobe, eating bonbons). Great. Just great.
The registrar printed out copies of the exam (gotta love modern technology, email for the win!) so that we could get started, but we still didn’t get to start on our exams until about a half hour after the scheduled time. She assured us that the room was free for that extra half hour, so we’d be able to get our full three hours of exam time. “Yeah,” I grumbled, “but I’m not free for that extra time.”
Some of us like to have a lunch break in between three hours of hand crampingly painful writing and going back to work.
I wrote out my exam to the best of my ability, but I think that my brain atrophied in that half hour that we sat around waiting. I sure felt exceptionally stupid the entire time that I was writing. I think that I made some good points and I hope that I was able to demonstrate what I learned this class. I still can’t shake the feeling that my essays were all full of half-baked ideas and conjecture. Because, well, they kindof were full of half-baked ideas and conjecture. In my own defense, I’ve been thinking critically about what we’ve learned all semester and have done a pretty good job of putting things in context and recognizing patterns… it’s just that none of my theories were really all that relevant to the questions that he asked us.
You will be happy to know, however, that I was able to tie both the Suez and Cuban Missile Crises into one of my essays. I resisted the urge to explain them in the same language that I did here on my blog.
You’ll also be happy to know (if you were a fan of my study guides), that I’ve decided to make them into a weekly feature. Stay tuned!
In other news, we sign the Purchase and Sale for the house that we want to buy tonight. This would normally be cause for celebration, but the sellers still haven’t gotten approval for the short sale from their bankers (who are theoretically trapped under manila file folders and hollering out for their secretaries). And, what’s a real cause for concern, they are probably going to owe about $90,000 to the banks after they take all of our moneys. That’s a whole lotta benjamins. Hopefully, their bank will still approve it to get the bad debt off of their books, but it’s definitely not a sure thing.
Oh, and in TMI related news, I am completely and utterly PMSing.
I mean this completely and utterly sarcastically when I say that I am in a grrrrrrrrreat mood.
Someone, please, send chocolate. Better yet, send someone to the bankers’ houses. Make them approve this stupid deal.
