he next time I had calculus class some of the students began
to express their concerns about the test.
One girl asked if the questions that Dr. Carey had given us before would
be like the question on the test. “The
problems on the test will be exactly like the review problems,” he
answered. I wish I could have seen the
look on my face at that moment. My mouth
must dropped to the floor. Immediately I felt a wave of fear and anxiety
wash over my body. What would I do? How could I possibly pass this test? Already I was behind schedule on studying for
chemistry. To pass this test I would
have to redouble my studying efforts and that required time I didn’t have. I was screwed.
Everyone that had
Dr. Carey couldn’t believe that he was going to give us such a hard test. I found that when I sat and worked out the
problems there were only two that I correctly answered. The rest of the problems were beyond me. As I thought more and more about the test,
the angrier I got. This would make the
third time that I had had a calculus class and there was no reason why I should
do poorly. I knew and understood
everything that had been covered thus far so it should be a piece of cake. But instead I was worried to death about a
test that I should pass in my sleep.
Even though I had
worried about the test, I still put it off till the last minute thinking it
couldn’t be that bad. The day before the
test, or should I say night, was the first time I attempted working the
problems. I sat down with a few of my
friends and we worked through a few problems but didn’t get very far. We called it quits and I figured that a good
night of sleep would help me better than cramming all night.