Musings on School. (Yes, this is a venting post.)

Tonight, I had a test. The very first of the semester. I studied hours for this test and felt sufficiently prepared going into it. The test was for my Human Development class, and consisted of 100 questions. I felt that, considering the large amounts of time I spent studying, I did the very best I possibly could have on this test. Yet, my score was only a B-.

I love BYU so much, but I really struggle with some aspects of my school. I cannot count how many times I have exited the Testing Center feeling like I did all I could do to study for a test, and feeling like I thoroughly knew the material, and yet walk out with a crappy score. I hate this feeling. Hate. It.

Tonight I came to the conclusion that for the most part, scores don't matter. I am learning and progressing no matter what. I am am doing my best to learn, study for, and take tests. So when professors come up with trickily worded questions, questions asking for things explained ONLY in the fine print of the textbook, or give ridiculously long tests, I don't need to blame myself for getting a mediocre score. As long as I am doing all that I can on my part, I don't have to get a 100% on their tricky tests.

I think that professors don't realize how impossible it is for students to fit everything into our schedules. It is literally impossible for me to:

-attend and be completely alert for each class everyday

-study 10 hours for EACH class every week

-work a part time job

-find time to socialize and date

-perform my calling

-find adequate time to work on my personal spiritual growth: scriptures, temple attendance, prayer, etc.

-have real meals

-relax/ have "me" time

-sleep.

I know juggling all of this is part of adult life, but sometimes it's rather frustrating. I'll be over it by tomorrow. But for now, this is me venting about school. Thanks for listening.