The bone crushing reality of finals has almost run it's course. This year, after slacking off a great deal in the beginning of the semester, I have to decided to exercise some self discipline. A little more than a week ago I began to start studying for my finals which are this week. It's too soon to tell whether it has paid off or not test wise, but I really do know the material.
Just last night I had a dream about doing different types of physics problems: 2-D Momentum, Force in elevators, Block on a ramp, and Motion problems. Needless to say, my physics final was this morning.
In the middle of my final I put my pencil down, sat back, and began to stare straight ahead thinking about what my score would be on this test. If I get anything less than an A I would receive a C in the class, my first C on a report card. I tried to reassure myself by thinking of the great deal of studying I had done, but then I thought back to the last test taken in my physics class, I received an 78. A girl, who does absolutely no homework (and you need to do the homework for physics) and constantly cuts class, relieved an 90. The frustration of my test taking abilities, and ability to perform under pressure set in.
I finally finished the final and turned it in completely drained of all energy and brain power, it's safe to say I gave it my all.
Obviously, getting an A on my final is the wish, but I'm setting my expectation low hoping that I even reach that.
I'll be sure to let you know how things turn out.
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