Last week, I studied my rear off in preparation for my Anatomy and Physiology lecture exam. I mean, I studied HARD. I ended up with a terribly sore neck and a really painful case of writer's cramp as well. I spent between 8 and 10 hours at the table that day studying. I wrote out 20 pages of notes front and back. I wrote out note cards. I tested myself over concepts and terms. I studied. And studied. The next day (test day) I had to spend the entire day at the hospital with KayTar for our specialist round up and spent a good portion of our time there memorizing my cards. The test was 100 questions and I flew through it. I knew the answers before even looking at the multiple choice options. I was in and out in 30 minutes and I knew I did well. The teacher's jaw dropped when I turned it in, and apparently after I left, he told the class, "Man! That girl just smoked through my test!"
But yesterday, when I looked up my grade online, it said I had an 86. 86?! No way. There was no way. I was shocked and fairly disappointed. I knew that material backwards and forwards and I shouldn't have made a B. I decided to talk to the teacher about it, because honestly, I was confident that I had done better than that. I'm really not that annoying student who ALWAYS thinks she's right...in fact, I largely keep my mouth shut in class...but this time, I really did think I was right. Sob, sob, wah, wah. I know. It was only a B. I'm ridiculous, but I knew I had a good grasp of the material, a better grasp than a B shows. When I got to class, I found out my grade was the second highest in the class. The professor offered to go over it with us in class because there were so many low grades (we're talking in the teens). In going over it, we discovered several errors in the grading key and I walked out of class with a 100 on that exam rather than an 86. Niiiiiice. And THAT was more like the grade I was expecting.
The moral of the story is there is nothing more satisfying than being right, except when being right also comes with a perfect score on a difficult exam.
There is a KayTar round up coming soon. Last week we saw genetics and neurology, Monday we saw the pediatrician, and tomorrow we see ophthalmology again (her left eye is drifting inwards). We're squeezing every drop we can out of this insurance before it is gone.