I just had my calculus test, and I really don’t know what to think of it. There were some problems I felt very confident about; others where I thought the right answer could be one of two things, so I wrote out both and finally chose one; and others that I had no idea about. After about an hour, I finally turned it in, deciding that I had mutilated it as much as I could stand to mutilate it. The classroom was still mostly full when I left; everyone seemed to be struggling as much as I had. I hope the professor comes in and says what he did last time: “[The test] wasn’t that bad.” Then when I asked what the average was, he said it was terrible. This of course caused an uproar with the class, along the lines of, “But you said it wasn’t that bad!”, to which our professor responded, “Right, the test wasn’t that bad, but what you guys did to it was terrible.” Ha!
I have a funny story from yesterday. So I was sitting on my bed, studying for the calculus test, when Todd came over. He was very tired, having had a long day of work and then working out. He laid down on the floor and started watching TV, but before long, I noticed he was asleep. I let him sleep a while and then stopped studying to come sit down with him. I fiddled on my laptop a bit and found The Booze Test, which has a bunch of trivia questions about alcohol. I took it and Todd woke up, so I asked if he’d like to take it. Now, he was awake, though still acting all sluggish and sleepy, but he started to take the quiz.
Initially, I asked him the questions and put in his answers. It was on a per-question basis, so if you got a question wrong, you had a couple more chances to get it right. He got one question wrong several times and the quiz just stopped because he had lost all his points. He got annoyed because he hadn’t finished the quiz but I had, and told me I didn’t have to sound so happy when I told him he got a question wrong. I protested that I wasn’t sounding happy, I was just saying “wrong” in my normal voice. He was getting all upset and wanted to take the quiz himself, so I gave him the laptop. He was going through it but, after answering a question partway through the quiz, the page just stopped refreshing and wouldn’t show the next question. This made him even more upset, so he muttered something about going back to his place… Then promptly fell asleep again.
I stayed on the floor and pouted for a few minutes, because I was annoyed that he’d gotten all upset over a dumb quiz. He woke up about two minutes after he’d fallen asleep, saw me upset, and asked me what was wrong. I ignored him, thinking he was just being a jerk because he obviously knew what was wrong. He asked a couple more times and I finally told him that I didn’t appreciate him getting all annoyed with me over some dumb Internet quiz. There was a pause, then he asked, “When was this?” That was my first clue that something was up. I told him, “About two minutes ago!”, but he didn’t remember it at all. I confirmed that he really didn’t remember taking the quiz, getting upset at me, or getting upset at the quiz at all, then I described what had happened to him. Nope, still didn’t remember. I brought the quiz up on my laptop again, and he went through it, this time easily answering the questions, but it still didn’t seem familiar to him. Well for me, this was deja-vu real bad, except Todd wasn’t all grouchy and he was actually getting the questions right.
I’ve had that happen to me before, where I’ll apparently talk to my parents in the middle of the night if they notice me awake, something like that. Todd and I laughed about his experience later when we were going to Chipotle, and I told him I couldn’t really be upset at him since he didn’t even remember doing anything wrong. He told me that when he woke up and saw me all upset, he wondered if the hermit crab had died. I guess I know not to interact with Todd when he’s partially asleep, because he has a short temper then and won’t remember the conversation later anyway!
calculus test and sleepy quiz-taking
I just had my calculus test, and I really don’t know what to think of it. There were some problems I felt very confident about; others where I thought the right answer could be one of two things, so I wrote out both and finally chose one; and others that I had no idea about. After about an hour, I finally turned it in, deciding that I had mutilated it as much as I could stand to mutilate it. The classroom was still mostly full when I left; everyone seemed to be struggling as much as I had. I hope the professor comes in and says what he did last time: “[The test] wasn’t that bad.” Then when I asked what the average was, he said it was terrible. This of course caused an uproar with the class, along the lines of, “But you said it wasn’t that bad!”, to which our professor responded, “Right, the test wasn’t that bad, but what you guys did to it was terrible.” Ha!
I have a funny story from yesterday. So I was sitting on my bed, studying for the calculus test, when Todd came over. He was very tired, having had a long day of work and then working out. He laid down on the floor and started watching TV, but before long, I noticed he was asleep. I let him sleep a while and then stopped studying to come sit down with him. I fiddled on my laptop a bit and found The Booze Test, which has a bunch of trivia questions about alcohol. I took it and Todd woke up, so I asked if he’d like to take it. Now, he was awake, though still acting all sluggish and sleepy, but he started to take the quiz.
Initially, I asked him the questions and put in his answers. It was on a per-question basis, so if you got a question wrong, you had a couple more chances to get it right. He got one question wrong several times and the quiz just stopped because he had lost all his points. He got annoyed because he hadn’t finished the quiz but I had, and told me I didn’t have to sound so happy when I told him he got a question wrong. I protested that I wasn’t sounding happy, I was just saying “wrong” in my normal voice. He was getting all upset and wanted to take the quiz himself, so I gave him the laptop. He was going through it but, after answering a question partway through the quiz, the page just stopped refreshing and wouldn’t show the next question. This made him even more upset, so he muttered something about going back to his place… Then promptly fell asleep again.
I stayed on the floor and pouted for a few minutes, because I was annoyed that he’d gotten all upset over a dumb quiz. He woke up about two minutes after he’d fallen asleep, saw me upset, and asked me what was wrong. I ignored him, thinking he was just being a jerk because he obviously knew what was wrong. He asked a couple more times and I finally told him that I didn’t appreciate him getting all annoyed with me over some dumb Internet quiz. There was a pause, then he asked, “When was this?” That was my first clue that something was up. I told him, “About two minutes ago!”, but he didn’t remember it at all. I confirmed that he really didn’t remember taking the quiz, getting upset at me, or getting upset at the quiz at all, then I described what had happened to him. Nope, still didn’t remember. I brought the quiz up on my laptop again, and he went through it, this time easily answering the questions, but it still didn’t seem familiar to him. Well for me, this was deja-vu real bad, except Todd wasn’t all grouchy and he was actually getting the questions right.
I’ve had that happen to me before, where I’ll apparently talk to my parents in the middle of the night if they notice me awake, something like that. Todd and I laughed about his experience later when we were going to Chipotle, and I told him I couldn’t really be upset at him since he didn’t even remember doing anything wrong. He told me that when he woke up and saw me all upset, he wondered if the hermit crab had died. I guess I know not to interact with Todd when he’s partially asleep, because he has a short temper then and won’t remember the conversation later anyway!