Exam Day 1

Mother F*cker.

Today was my English exam. He doesn't even call it an exam, he calls it the "third hour" test as if that will lessen the blow on how important test are in general.

It wasn't that it was hard, but before I could even finish the first paragraph of the essay question I had decided to pick, I changed it. I don't know I was staring at what I had written, totally thought it made no sense, spent the next 5 minutes erasing what I had written while the weird GA loomed over me and then picked a new essay topic.

The first essay topic I pick was about narrative voice and the importance of it in relation to the characters lives. It's weird that I changed it because I had a clear understanding of narrative voice concerning the three books we read. But I just didn't like it. I felt confused. I drew a huge blank as I stared at the paper.

So I changed it, to comparing the characters of The Philadelphia Story, Native Son, and Things fall apart. I concentrated on the fact that the three works were similar because they showed the extreme distance of the two worlds Bigger Thomas is suspended from. You have the world of Mary Dalton and Tracy Lord who lives are about class structure, and about the eliteness that Bigger will never be a part of. And then you have Things Fall Apart, native and primitive but whose main character commits the ultimate act because the world he once knew literally falls apart before him with the invasion of Christian Missionaries. I then went to talk about how Bigger is suspended between those two worlds in a NO MAN'S LAND. A land where the mere thought of him being caught in Mary's room in an uncompromising position leads him to commit violence and the connection to the world of Okonkwo whose invasion of "Mary's "world destroys him.That that was the Fear-Flight-and Fate which sealed his life and death.

I felt okay with it. I mean there was no going back as I got past page 2. and my GA is pretty good with grading. But the last of anything is always nerve racking, cause all you can do is look back and think about what you could have-should have done. Hopefully I at least pulled in a 90. I don't even care if it is a borderline A.

Time to study Psych. I rarely study for these(meaning all Psych related material)exams, but I figure I minus well make an effort seeing that it is the last one.

*Postscript: The perks about having a single dorm is that two separate beds become one giant one. The downside is being forced by university housing to place the room in the same way it was found in. Which means beds must come apart. I just spent the last hour pushing two heavy beds to opposites sides of the room, leading to a massive backache. And there are all these quarters on the floor that i cannot pick up without screaming in pain. DAMN.