Filed under: Friends, University with tags: chemistry, conversations, exams, high school, midterms, studying, stupidity
In high school, with most of the friends that I had, saying that we failed for most of us meant that we didn’t get an A. We were ridiculously competitive like that. In a “Oh, she got 92% on that test, but I got 92… point 5!” kind of a way. It was a nice competitive environment. We were all taking mostly the same classes with pretty much the same teachers and usually had our tests for the same units on practically the same days. Being competitive was a, to be fair, a good thing. We pushed ourselves to do better, and we either pushed others to do the same or we pushed ourselves in order to be better than someone else.
But failing’s a lot different in university. Suddenly, I’m in an larger environment with a lot more people who were all equally good at the classes that they took in high school. We all used to be the type of people who were competitive, those who wanted to have everything and some people coasted through high school. I almost wish I was one of those people, but now I see how different things are.
Case in point, I have this friend who did (from what I’ve heard) great in high school. She had a 90% GPA when she applied to university and got in, early admission (which is kind of a joke in Canada, but that’s another story). So I’m assuming that at one point, she knew how to study and attend class. In university? Not so much. She just called me asking me what unit was on the chemistry midterm tomorrow. We’ve had 13 lectures so far and she’s attended five of them. And thinks that I want to help her study for the midterm (which is tomorrow mind you, I’ve been studying for the last two weeks for it) and that I want to explain some of the concepts to her.
I gave her all of 2 minutes and 17 seconds of my time (and cell minutes) for her to go on about how she’s totally going to fail and how she thinks she’s failed her midterm that she had today and the one that she had on Monday. I asked her when did she start studying for them. The one she had on Monday? Started Saturday night. The one for today? Started this morning. The one for tomorrow? Started today. And she’s practically in tears because she ‘knows’ that she’s going to fail tomorrow. She knows this. And I go “Well, how many lectures did you skip?” She gets all annoyed with me because she didn’t “skip” the lectures, she was “sick”. I got tired of this conversation at this time and went “Then how come I saw you in biology, which is right after?” Goodness people, if you’re going to lie, at least make sure that you’re not in any other classes with me!
I’m fresh out of sympathy for the stupid.