So this particular post was going to be on my monthly notes, but it ended up going for way too long to be considered a note so I thought I'd give it its own little segment. If you're not up for a story about me being a complete and utter derp then I suggest you skip this post. Otherwise, enjoy my misfortune.
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So today I got up at 6am to be able to get ready and get to Uni for 9:30 where I paid for overpriced coffee and went to the exam room. I had gotten there only just on time, so there was a huge crowd around the entrance, which threw me off because I couldn't see any of my friends. I also noticed people carrying notes and calculators but I asked a girl what was going on and she said there were multiple exams just in the same session, so that made sense.
I walked in, checked the board that said the seating arrangements for each class and found a seat. It was weird, there was only one row dedicated to my particular class, even though there were at least 60 people enrolled. I sat down anyway and prepared my stuff. Then I noticed the people sitting in my row and how they were all holding notes. Shit, my tutor didn't say anything about notes. Oh well, that's fine, I studied really hard the whole weekend for this. But after everyone was sitting down and I still didn't see any of my friends, I thought maybe I had sat in the wrong place.
So I got up in this dead silent room and walked to the front to ask where I was supposed to be. The grumpy old man in charge of my particular section made a big fuss about how unorganised I was and double checked the seating before escorting me back to the same exact seat I was at before. Great, so now I'm confused and embarrassed.
Soon enough, the reading time for the exam started. I wanted to cry. I knew only about 60% of this stuff. None of it was about anything major that we went over in the classes or lectures, just random terms we heard here and there that I just could not for the life of me remember. Anyway, after a while I managed to calm myself down and just do the parts I could manage. Fast forward an hour and a half into the exam and I'm feeling a bit more confident, I've only got the essay to do and then I'm done. But as I'm going over my answers, I'm realising how similar they were to the take home test I handed in the other week.. and how my tutor never actually talked about the exam at all.. and how there was something about external students coming to campus to take the exam and how internal students got to do the exam at home to balance everything out.. and how it's funny how there's such a small group of Philosophy students here.. and I turn over the exam booklet.. and it says 'External-Student Exam'.
Fuck.
So after getting the same grumpy old man over to my desk and having to explain the situation, I left the exam room feeling like the worlds stupidest person. Not only did I walk into the wrong exam, I spend ninety minutes taking the wrong exam! I'm such a fucking idiot I was so upset I went into the bathrooms and just cried. I never cry, especially in public, but I think all the stress of studying so hard for an exam that didn't even exist and the embarrassment of having to walk out in front of all those people just got to me.
I called my boyfriend and he came to pick me up and cuddle me. We went out and he bought me some sushi and we had a nice lunch together and it ended up being a nice day, save for the fact that my ego has taken a massive blow.
(I looked cute and got to eat sushi so I guess it's not all bad, right)
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