Uh, wait, wha-? (Silvia)

So I just checked my exam results aaaaand…

What. The. Heck.

I don’t know if I should be skipping across the room and throwing streamers in the air because I received the grade I hoped for in Australian Wildlife Biology, or rocking back and forth in the foetal position because my lowest grade was for Animal Structure and Function– the subject I studied the hardest for.

How does that even work?

I got a higher grade for my least favourite subject than my most favourite subject, which in fact had been Animal Structure and Function. Can someone please explain that to me? I didn’t study for weeks on end to write essays, stay up for days on end to cram a semester’s worth of lectures in my head or endure pounding headaches all throughout the exam period to get a mediocre grade.

Yet that’s exactly what happened.

I’m disappointed with myself. Yes, I’m glad I smoked Australian Wildlife Biology and yes, I’m glad I didn’t fail my least favourite subject. But seriously, what?

I don’t understand. I just don’t understand and I feel like slamming my head into my desk over and over again until it cracks open because I am that frustrated.

I just took a moment to calm myself down and pondered the exam again, trying to remember where I might have gone wrong. I recall the short answer section clearly– I wrote at least one page for every question and I answered them all. No problems there.

On the other hand, the multiple choice had been appalling. I had been staring at a picture of an dried, orangey-yellow insect looking thing and wondering where to put the labels. I didn’t even know what the damned animal was! So I left it and moved on.

Two hours later, I looked back at the question and squinted, when it suddenly hit me– it was no insect. It was a freaking lobster. A dried out, yellow and dissected lobster.

What. The. Freak.

Then there was a picture of a flatworm. All you could see was a sucker and a mass of veins. There were lines pointing to the veins and asking  you to label them. And I don’t mean ‘Label these types of veins’, I mean ‘What unseen organ is hidden behind these pink lines and what is this structure for even though you can’t see it?’

Facepalm. Major facepalm.

I can’t do anything about my exam now so I’m going to go downstairs and eat my feelings out. There’s ice-cream in the freezer and chocolate chip biscuits in the pantry.

I shall post again when I’ve gained a respectable amount of weight.

 

Silvia