I’m going to pick up my last make-up final exam. I have been studying all week, but the volume of material is just so much. I will do badly. The whole affair may simply be an exercise in futility. Frankly, at this point I just don’t care. I’m tired, I’m spent, and I’m at the end of my motivational ability. This illness, trying to cram 4 1/2 weeks of work in four classes into two 1/2 weeks of make-up exams has left me apathetic. In the grand scheme of things, I don’t care whether I fail this exam or not. I’ve enjoyed studying for it and I’ve learned a lot, just not the kind of stuff needed to effectively reproduce on an exam.
I still have three papers to write. Writing is different, however, and I won’t mind do it. Exam taking, especially when there are 20 pages of stuff to memorize (and that is the reduction and compilation of the semesters worth of material). Writing, okay, exam taking – I’m over it.
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