Afternoon of 3-1-7

I’ve noticed I’m not intimidated by exams anymore. Typically whenever people talk about being stressed for exam, I have a context for exactly how much worse it can be. I remember this one exam I had for Computer Architecture when I was still at Rutgers. I did not know anything on that exam. Nothing. I couldn’t even begin to bullshit anything. That is the only time I’ve gotten a zero on an exam.

This is why some massive Anatomy and Physiology exam doesn’t bother me. Yeah, it’s a lot of material. But I actually understand what’s going on in class. People are puzzled at my lack of notes. But here’s the thing: Do you ever go over and read your notes? I’ve noticed over the years that I, kind of… don’t. So rather than have pages and pages of shit I’ll never look at, it’s more in my favor to just pay attention to what the professor is saying, and occasionally write down the major concepts, and original thoughts out of his mouth. All the details are in the book, people, you don’t need to transcript powerpoints.

(What’s worse is that I repeated that class – and failed it again. Seriously, I couldn’t understand what I was supposed to be understanding.)

I don’t think I aced the exam I just took. Nope. But I had an understanding of what every question was asking me. I knew exactly what I didn’t know. That’s a far more comfortable feeling than not knowing what you don’t know. Those unknown unknowns are scary!

I was actually looking forward to having my ass handed to me. Either I’m getting extremely efficient at this, or I understudied. We’ll find out. I figure if I do badly, I’ll have motivation to be more prepared. I already have a practical plan to space out studying, which I won’t bother transcribing outside of my brain.

I haven’t masturbated in a week. I’m kind of horny. I want to wait until I can’t stand it anymore, and compulsively start wanking. If I wait until that point, it’ll be so nice. Grawr. I love when I feel a post-orgasmic glow that lasts until I GOTO bed.

Uhhhh.

Nothing else to say. There were 103 questions on the exam. Plus, he messed up one question. There was a diagram, and an arrow pointing to the thymus. Except, there wasn’t a letter with thymus next to it. He said, “I know that’s not the testes, but fill in A as the answer for #96.” Okay, I’m amused. I still have 25 minutes to spare before my next class. It’ll go fast. Plus, I have to pee. I always pee after A&P, for some reason. Oh right, because my breakfast is mostly liquid.