- What I’m not eating and why…
- Brain Work…
- BlogHer 2013: Mostly Good, No Bad, A Little Meh
- Heart disease kills more women than all cancer combined
- Remembering….and Not
- The Faceplant: Version three
- Wednesday Writers Workshop: Employing the Proust Phenomenon
- September 11, 2001, and other such things
- Just Hangin’ Out at the Ford Test Track…
- The Weekly Rant: Target in the Bullseye, again
- Dieting At MidLife: Not What It Used To Be
- In Sickness and In Health
- Natasha Richardson, TBI and thinking about death
- Of Hair and Other MidLife Disasters
- The Shock of Getting What You Wanted…
- Weekend Update
- Wendy Wasserstein
- Denying the Effects
- Does the story have an ending?
- Studying…
I feel as if I should be far too old to still be taking mid-terms, but that, alas, is where I am at right now…as they [used to] say. I am trying to be reasonable about my studying. I’ve always had to do 5 hours for every 2 that the normal person does simply because 4-1/2 of those hours I’m not paying attention.
My mind is awash not only with all the terms and concepts I’m having to learn, but with how those terms and concepts apply to me. This is good for the psyche, perhaps not so good for the grades. Grades, schmades! That’s what I say.
I had my Psychopathology mid-term yesterday. Twenty multiple choice queestions that were [relatively] easy. I think I did okay on them. Then the vignette. I did not do so well on that as (a) I was under the impression that it was a fill in the blank, not an essay; and (b) my thoughts no longer (thanks Aneurysm!) come out sequentially with appropriate transitions in longhand. I need (as in Disabilities Act) to use a computer for any essay exam. But I didn’t know this was going to be an essay exam.
So now I’m working on not getting mad at the teacher for “fooling” me, but being secure in the knowlege that I know the material, so the grade I get doesn’t matter. How mature…….
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