the finals curse (or really, the curse on every exam i have ever taken)
santa ana room, room 204, ambion room, law theater, you name it.
it seems as if, to exact karmic payment for my inadequacies as a person (as if continuing bad taste in men weren't enough), i am doomed to barely pass or totally flunk every midterm or final exam given by a law professor.
all throughout the sem i manage to go to class all the time (i.e. wake up way before class and make first bell, or wake up in time to make part of class) or at least not cut as much as i used to at the height of my latak girl days (second sem, first year)
i manage to sound, if not like a total ditz, then at least right on point, enough to earn me decent recit grades.
even while in the performance of my duties and responsibilities as an expert volunteer, i manage to not let it get in the way (much) of my academics.
come finals though, i seem to have this fantastic capacity for not knowing the right way to communicate what i want to professors well enough to earn a more than passing grade for the finals, which, as law students know, constitute the bulk of the grade percentage.
much as it pains me to admit, much as i would love to argue that recit grades are the better gauge of semestral performance, i have to agree with my property professor (whose final i just finished tonight waaaaaah) that those who don't pass the finals don't deserve to pass the course, seeing as the final hurdle towards becoming a lawyer as we have for so long dreamed and hoped, is the set of finals also known as the BAR.
however, i don't think this bars me from bemoaning my pitiful situation. and why shouldn't i? how many times have i walked down the finals path, finished first if not close to first (first sign that i'm not gonna do well), and gazed with a feeling of resignation at the failing score (or barely passing score) posted in bright glaring red front and center of the bluebook?
while the blame is all on me, as it should be, cause even if i HAVE studied more this sem than my entire first year combined, it obviously isn't enough, (and the volume of alcohol i consume ain't helping either) i get the feeling that somewhere,
out there.
(beneath the pale moonlight)
the gods are playing tricks on me.
oh well. i will close by wishing my fellow students, blockmates and law school friends alike all the good luck that can possibly be given to law students, and the strength to make it through the finals as sane as can possibly be.
it seems as if, to exact karmic payment for my inadequacies as a person (as if continuing bad taste in men weren't enough), i am doomed to barely pass or totally flunk every midterm or final exam given by a law professor.
all throughout the sem i manage to go to class all the time (i.e. wake up way before class and make first bell, or wake up in time to make part of class) or at least not cut as much as i used to at the height of my latak girl days (second sem, first year)
i manage to sound, if not like a total ditz, then at least right on point, enough to earn me decent recit grades.
even while in the performance of my duties and responsibilities as an expert volunteer, i manage to not let it get in the way (much) of my academics.
come finals though, i seem to have this fantastic capacity for not knowing the right way to communicate what i want to professors well enough to earn a more than passing grade for the finals, which, as law students know, constitute the bulk of the grade percentage.
much as it pains me to admit, much as i would love to argue that recit grades are the better gauge of semestral performance, i have to agree with my property professor (whose final i just finished tonight waaaaaah) that those who don't pass the finals don't deserve to pass the course, seeing as the final hurdle towards becoming a lawyer as we have for so long dreamed and hoped, is the set of finals also known as the BAR.
however, i don't think this bars me from bemoaning my pitiful situation. and why shouldn't i? how many times have i walked down the finals path, finished first if not close to first (first sign that i'm not gonna do well), and gazed with a feeling of resignation at the failing score (or barely passing score) posted in bright glaring red front and center of the bluebook?
while the blame is all on me, as it should be, cause even if i HAVE studied more this sem than my entire first year combined, it obviously isn't enough, (and the volume of alcohol i consume ain't helping either) i get the feeling that somewhere,
out there.
(beneath the pale moonlight)
the gods are playing tricks on me.
oh well. i will close by wishing my fellow students, blockmates and law school friends alike all the good luck that can possibly be given to law students, and the strength to make it through the finals as sane as can possibly be.
posted by peach at 5:11 AM
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