Tests, tests and more tests

The week full of tests is over. Thank God. I have lived through it. We will see how things go next week when I get to live through getting the grades.

I know the history one is going to be pretty bad.
Why is it that you give me a bunch of essay questions that are related to Psychology and from some recess of my brain I can pull out at least a page full of information. Even if I had to make up parts of it to fill in the blanks.

Put the same type of test in front of my dealing with US History and no matter how much I try to fill in the blanks, there just isn't enough real information to make sense of it.

Social Psych was fairly easy, multiple choice and one essay. When I heard multiple choice I was slightly anxious because the only multiple choice tests I have taken since High School, were Doctor Scott's Biology tests.

And all of his questions were trick questions. It was this answer but it could have been the one that you put, and if you couldn't come up with the argument to support why you choose that one you were S.O.L. Which was me always, I don't think well when I am put on the spot. I never have been. If you give me a couple hours, I can come up with the perfect answer.

I am ready to go home and find myself some breakfast/lunch. And decide really how bad my shirt looks. Of course the morning that I get dressed up, so after class I can go out and look for a job, I get in the car and spill my coffee on my shirt.

It is just a couple little spots, but still with all the luck I had doing laundry last night, I will have all of my clothes ruined, in a week or two. Both loads of laundry I fried last night had lip junk in the pocket of something. The load of darks, it was lip smackers, strawberry fields, but it stayed in the pocket of the pants so it is just all over the pants. My whites are a different story, it was like watermelon chap-stick. Pink spots all over my socks and underwear. The sad this is that I checked all of the pockets, I just forgot to check the cargo pockets I guess.

From now on, no matter how tired I am I am going to empty the pockets before I put the clothes in the laundry pamper. I even put my driver's license through the washer and dryer.