Andrew Underwood

Loud sound of fun while I’m trying to sleep

The last two weeks have been very busy for me school wise. Mostly just a formal lab report due and midterms. I also went to the Crowsnest Pass to drop off my car and got a ride back with my Dad. I haven’t realy done anything relaxing or fun for a while.

My two midterms yesterday, to be described in a single word: frantic. The first one started late because the class before ours was also writing a test and they went over the allocated time block. The delay was about 5-10 mins, which was a lot for how long the test I had to write was. Close to the end my prof, seeing that everyone wasn’t close to finishing announced that he would give us extra time to finish the test. I then told him that I had another midterm right after, to which he announced “well I was going to be nice and give you extra time but I guess I can’t.” Everyone else then looked at me and went “Uhhhg.” Sure, make me the ogre.

So we ended up writing all the way until 3:00, which is the time my next midterm started. The prof personally collected my test papers, which was nice. Even though I hadn’t even READ what the last two questions were yet. At which point I ran, RAN to my next test that is usually about a 7 min walk away.

One hasn’t truly experienced university until walking into a midterm late with 200 other students already furiously scribbling away. Arriving I get a wide eyed look from the prof, who heard me opening the doors to the doubled back enterance hallway and thus had an exam ready to hand me. I was only about five mins late but I was sure the last one to get there. Of course there were no seats along the aisle so I had to wade through one of the skinny rows to the very middle. I bumped a couple of people causing calculators and erasers to fall to the floor. Sitting down I discovered that the fold out wooden table was broken so I just rested it on my lap and began the test. I had to write until the very end and wasn’t allowed any extra time. I finished it alright but didn’t have a chance to go over it or recheck any of my answers.

The prof from my first test was courtious enough to give me his card to give to my next prof incase there were any problems but I didn’t ever do this. All in all I think I did well on the tests, as long as the people also taking the first test stopped writing when I shoved all my stuff into my backpack and ran to the next test. As Aaron would say “have faith in the curve”.