Evidence
This morning, I woke up, got ready and left for school. I spent the morning studying for my Evidence exam. Evidence has been an interesting class; at three days a week it’s a four-credit course. I studied in Seminar Room 6 with a few friends. Wanting to take the Evidence final exam in a specific seat, my seat, I left seminar room 6 at 12:30 pm, one hour before the exam room was scheduled, and chose my seat. I studied some more, reviewing notes I had taken, past exams, outlines and Emanuel flashcards. Nothing I had studied the prior 36 hours was “sticking” in my head. That’s not even accurate to say. Is it? It’s more likely that the material I studied over the course of the semester and re-inforcing that with the recent studying is in my head, my difficulty isn’t with storing it, it’s with recalling that information.
Around 1 pm, my bare toes felt a cold sensation similar to being standing with bare feet in white snow. An omen I thought immediately. The freezing temperature of classroom two was a sign of what the Evidence exam was going to be like, cold and uncomfortable.
That’s what it was, cold, uncomfortable and very difficult. When I walked into the exam rooms for my other tests, I walked in not feeling confident, but walked out like I did well. Taking this test though was murder. Murder on my brain and murder on my confidence. Temporarily at least. My confidence was resurrected from death when several other of my classmates shared their lack of confidence. YES! I didn’t fail ----- yet. Plenty people might’ve helped to bring the curve down, at least it seems like they did. Bring that curve down boys and girls and think about the rest of us.
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