One down. Three to go.
I managed to relax about my tests a lot today when I remembered that I don't care. If I do bad, it isn't the end of the world. I can still graduate from college and will still be able to find a job, a husband, a house with a white-picket fence and 2.5 kids, all while curing cancer.
This is not the presiding feeling amongst college students. Most seem to believe that one low test score is the event that leads to living in a box on the street and naming your collected pieces of garbage. That does not reduce test anxiety.
I disagree.
Ok. That's all for now, back to my books.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Who needs a 4.0 anyway?
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Glad you have the right perspective on this. One bad test just means you need to work harder, look for extra credit, take the course again, etc.
Whereas, if you get totally freaked out, decide to drown your sorrows in a big way at a local watering hole with a few of your girlfriends AND Girls Gone Wild just happens to be filming...well, the damage will be on the internet forever.
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