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jaalaLast Friday, I missed a meeting with a Christianity classmate and member of my seminar group. We had planned to start work on the presentation, and I was going to borrow her notes and syllabus in order to catch up.
So, I was bound and determined to finally make it to class on Monday. I skipped several of Sunday evening's planned activities (important house meeting, SAC speeches) in order to work on my Music History essay, practice, and generally keep myself at the Conservatory overnight so I could (a) finish a harmonization assignment and (b) stay awake all night and make it to class at 9:30. (I've had such extreme and consistent difficulty getting to class after sleeping the night that I figured there was no other way.)
After skipping breakfast to make sure I would get there on time, I arrived at the classroom door to discover, to my complete surprise and utter shock... a twenty page mid-term exam. I just couldn't deal with that, so as the title implies, I bolted.
Reasons I couldn't possibly have written that exam:
Now, I know there's so many things I could have done to avoid such a situation--talked to the other people in my class more often, tried harder to get a syllabus, actually made it to class on Friday, etc.--but I've been barely functioning (i.e. eating, washing, waking up at some point) for the past couple weeks. I had requested a tutor several weeks before and only just been offered a meeting time this week. And why the hell didn't that girl tell me on Thursday that we had a mid-term on Monday?
I'm extremely disappointed in myself; what's more, I've lost my Religious Studies scholarship. It was small ($200), but it was the only scholarship I've ever gotten so it had sentimental value. I'm also bitter because I've lost a class that, when I managed to make it, was really quite fascinating. In spite of the fact that I was probably the least informed student (i.e. hadn't done the right readings), I participated approximately four times as much as anybody else in that entire class. And the professor posed thought-provoking questions. And I like the text book. And, and...
So, I was bound and determined to finally make it to class on Monday. I skipped several of Sunday evening's planned activities (important house meeting, SAC speeches) in order to work on my Music History essay, practice, and generally keep myself at the Conservatory overnight so I could (a) finish a harmonization assignment and (b) stay awake all night and make it to class at 9:30. (I've had such extreme and consistent difficulty getting to class after sleeping the night that I figured there was no other way.)
After skipping breakfast to make sure I would get there on time, I arrived at the classroom door to discover, to my complete surprise and utter shock... a twenty page mid-term exam. I just couldn't deal with that, so as the title implies, I bolted.
Reasons I couldn't possibly have written that exam:
- I normally write tests and exams elsewhere, on a computer, with extra time, to accommodate for a learning disability. Obviously, arrangements of this sort had not been made because I am the one required to make them.
- I had been trying to do the readings, but without a copy of the syllabus. (I know: stupid! I did try to get a syllabus, but the professor only brought them to class for a short time, and they were not made available anywhere else like most professors do.)
- I'm an effing coward.
Now, I know there's so many things I could have done to avoid such a situation--talked to the other people in my class more often, tried harder to get a syllabus, actually made it to class on Friday, etc.--but I've been barely functioning (i.e. eating, washing, waking up at some point) for the past couple weeks. I had requested a tutor several weeks before and only just been offered a meeting time this week. And why the hell didn't that girl tell me on Thursday that we had a mid-term on Monday?
I'm extremely disappointed in myself; what's more, I've lost my Religious Studies scholarship. It was small ($200), but it was the only scholarship I've ever gotten so it had sentimental value. I'm also bitter because I've lost a class that, when I managed to make it, was really quite fascinating. In spite of the fact that I was probably the least informed student (i.e. hadn't done the right readings), I participated approximately four times as much as anybody else in that entire class. And the professor posed thought-provoking questions. And I like the text book. And, and...
