Read part 3 here.
The class ended last Wednesday; went out with a bang. I was pretty worried about the final exam really. I was basically all studied out and I didn’t really know how much I remembered of the material we had covered. I didn’t know what to expect. The three classes prior to the final, we had played a weird, not quite right, version of Jeopardy with questions that were based on but supposedly not directly off of the test. (Some of them really were.) I made note of some things that came up during that time that I wasn’t so confident on and I took the day of the final off work so I could prepare. I spent the day reviewing the subject matter I had noted, which proved to be helpful because I’m sure I’d have missed more questions on the test if I hadn’t done so.
The final was 167 questions long, and about 2/3 of it were scenarios and not black and white questions I could’ve answered in my sleep. It took some time to get through it all and I realized immediately on the 4th question that very careful and detailed reading of every word of the test questions was going to be necessary. Question number four asked something about delivery of a baby being the expulsion of the fetus from what internal female sexual organ. One of the answers was the cervix and another answer was the vagina. I was stumped for a minute realizing that both were correct answers and being unsure of what was the “more true” answer he was looking for. And then I re-read the question and this time “what internal female sexual organ” stood out. I had completely missed the word internal the first time I read it. After seeing that, the answer was clear and obvious.
One hundred sixty-seven questions carefully read and answered took a while to do, and still I was only the third person to finish the test. It took me just under two hours. I handed the paper to my teacher and started to walk away and he asked me, “Don’t you want to see how you did?”
I said, “Yeah, but I have to go the bathroom. Grade it while I do that and I’ll be right back.”
When I walked back in a couple of minutes later he had a big grin on his face and he said, “I wouldn’t have expected anything less. Ninety percent!”
“Exactly?” I asked somewhat surprised.
“Yeah!” he told me. Now I’m no math whiz, but 90% of 167 questions tells me I missed 16.7 questions (how you miss .7 of a question I don’t know) I’d say 16 or 17 questions out of 167 is pretty damn good!
“So, next semester,” I told him, “I’d like to come back and just sit in on the class.”
“Just sit in?” he asked surprised.
“Well, I guess I can do more than that, if you like,” I answered.
“Good!” he said. So I guess I’m doing more than just sitting in. Does the fun ever end?
I know this probably comes as a surprise to anyone who read some of my earlier posts toward the beginning of the semester. My teacher was a bit of an ass hole early on and I still don’t really agree with his attitude and some of his methods, but as the class progressed and as the student body dwindled (we started with 45 and 15 people took the final) his attitude and demeanor softened quite a bit. I have no doubt that it was all by design (which is the part I don’t agree with) but I made it through to the end and I passed, possibly at the top of my class.
I probably said to more than one person early on that I would never come back to help out next semester, but I’m realizing now, that can only benefit me and if I refuse to do it, I’ll just be depriving myself of a learning opportunity, and a chance to get more experience. I’d have to be stupid not to take advantage of that.