Failure is Imminent

The question is not ‘did I fail my calculus test today?’, it is ‘how badly did I fail my calculus test today?’  Today was our fourth and last test, not including the comprehensive final next week.  I tried to study last night, but I just couldn’t concentrate.  There were so many other things I wanted to do, such as write fan fiction, so I only studied for about a half hour.  Of course, it did not help that my professor squeezed a whole chapter into about 2 and a half weeks of class.  I knew as soon as I saw this chapter that I would fail the test.

So I knew I would fail last night, and the day pretty much sucked in general.  I got to school and realized that I left my copy of the Constitution and the Articles of Confederation at home, sitting next to my laptop.  Since I live 20 mins away from school and there’s only 10 mins between classes, my choices were either hope that my history professor would not choose the Constitution essay, or run to the library in between classes to print them off.  I chose the latter.  I get to the library and luckily there was a computer available.  Unfortunately, it was an extremely slow computer.  I finally print off the documents and run to class.  I arrive at the classroom, out of breath, but prepared.  I needn’t have worried, however, because the professor decided to just let us choose which essay we wanted to write.  I wanted to write the one about the Revolutionary War, so the documents were unnecessary.  I left them sitting in the lobby of the building in case someone else forgot them.  They were about 20 pages long all together, so I kind of feel bad about killing a tree, but I know if I hadn’t have printed them, the professor would have picked that essay.

Then, after history, I’m walking to the dining hall and realize that I left my books in my history classroom.  I had to walk all the way back to that building and get them.  I then eat lunch and go to my walking class.  This was fairly uneventful, except that we had to walk up a monstrous hill that was steeper than the hills in my neighborhood, and that’s saying something.

I got to calculus hot, sweaty, out of breath, and thirsty, but I was on time.  I looked at the test and realized that I didn’t know how to do the first 4 problems.  Not good.  I go on to the other problems and found a couple that I thought I knew how to do.  Then I found one that I was really confident about.  It was a plug numbers into a formula and find the integral and I actually remembered the formula.  However, I plugged the integral into my calculator and the calculator’s answer was two more integrals!  It couldn’t do the problem.  I was ready to scream.  The professor wrote on the test that we were to do the integral on the calculator.  I was going to ask her about it, but I ran out of time.  I wrote down a bunch of random stuff on the remaining problems and hoped some of it was right.  Now all I can do is hope for partial credit.

Afterwards, my friend and I went to the store I work at and bought gummies.  Candy was necessary after this horrible monstrosity of a test.  I can only hope that I do better on the final.