So this week (and part of next) is midterm time.
Don’t get me wrong – I knew going in to all of this school stuff that tests were a part of the deal. And with my online classes I essentially take at least a test a week anyway.
But these tests are different. I haven’t taken real tests in a decade or so, to be honest. And while I used to be fairly cocky and overconfident going into tests like these…I guess it’s fair to say I’ve lost some of those testicles. Or used them in childbirth. Something.
Full disclosure here.
I never really learned how to study. Not really. And now, either because my brain is old or because I actually have goals in mind to attain, it matters.
The 72 I made on the test I took tonight matters to me. Because I know I could have done better.
Except I didn’t. And I really, really tried.
Although in fairness to me, one of the questions had, as the answer choice, an option of “2 weeks” or “14 days.” So I’m guessing that verbatim recall is what the instructor was going for and that’s not how I roll.
So what’s the right thing to do here? Study and hope? Do nothing but immerse myself in whatever subject?
Then what if I still am just…average? What if I pee myself with nerves and still just squeak by?
This school stuff is teaching me a lot. About a lot of things.