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Tonight, I'd like to tell you guys a story about how I miserably failed my Journalism History exam. I knew from the first lecture that I was doomed for failure, mainly because it was history, and my Instructor is the type to teach off slides with a monotone voice.
The night before the exam, I went to the library aka the place I go to run into people, and of course, I ran into people. That night was just completely unserious and I knew that from the moment I stepped into that library I was not about to study for something I already foresaw myself failing.
My friend Aideh had an exam the next day as well so we decided to find a place to "study" together. This guy, I've studied with him before, and I know that his studying consists of watching walkthroughs on youtube, live worship sets (with a guitar player), and looking for random stuff to pimp his car with. This time he was actually studying though. I, was not.
I prepared myself for this fake all nighter by buying a whole bunch of food, but by midnight I was already halfway through my snacks, and my makeup was slipping off my face. Then, I finally decided to open my notes. Sheesh. This doesn't end well.
I got so overwhelmed with all these three part names and dates and the difference between long-tail media and short-tail media that I started planning how I will better prepare myself for the next exam. Now, usually when I feel like this, I end up not doing so bad on my exams. THIS WAS NOT THE CASE! Not this time.
That depressing morning, I woke up 10 minutes before the exam, got to class 5 minutes late, and handed in my exam 25 minutes later with 50 minutes to spare. Yup, I failed. I went back to my room and slept the rest of the day.
I was not expecting to get my grade back so soon. The next day, my friend texted me asking me what I got on the exam, so I slowly opened up elms kind of already knowing what I would get. I did not get what I was expecting! I thought I was gonna get at least a low 70 or 60 because I did answer some questions and even did the essay section. But bruh, when I looked at my grade, I didn't even know if I should laugh or cry. I didn't even get the average, I didn't even get a D. I've never gotten a grade the same age as some of my my aunts and uncles. I should have known I was gonna fail the moment during the review session when my Instructor asked us to define the Penny Press, and I was thinking it was some complex acronym "penny" spelled out, when really it was simply newspapers being sold for a...penny.
Guys, I never want to experience such a failure as something like that ever again. I think I mentioned in my posts last semester how I feel about failure and how everything is a learning process to help me grow and all that. Well you can throw that out the window! Kidding guys. I've learned well not to underestimate the power of studying effectively and making the best of my classes no matter how boring my Professors are. It seems as though everyone knew I had an exam (maybe because it was midterms week Toyin) and I was trying my hardest to avoid telling them about this particular class. But hey, I got the grade I kind of deserved. Now all I can really do is get on my knees and pray that the grade miraculously shifts to an A, or just work towards a well-deserving A on the next exam. I choose both options.
I wonder what Aideh got on his exam...
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