Abuliac

on getting tested...

All day, I've been stuffing my brain with neuroscientific facts. Somewhere between the Raphe nuclei and Ruffini Endings, I began to wonder whether this exam might really be my last. Next semester (my last) looks like a final paper-heavy semester... and if I never do end up going to graduate school... this will be it. This could be the last time I'm ever tested for my knowledge in a timed fashion.

Of course, the counter-argument is that we're all being tested at every point in our lives. Sometimes, those tests are less obvious than other times. Still, those tests are usually not the ones you spend hours on end preparing for, cramming information for. Those aren't the tests that trivialize your ability to think into an exam of rote memorization.

Am I sad? I dreamed of this day in high school. I recall (so how many synonyms for memory can I use in this post?) talking with my best friend at the time about how we were tired of being quizzed on useless information that we'd never use again. I don't know if I'll ever need to know what an NMDA receptor is again, but I must say, I'm proud to know.

If this is my last test, let me go out with a bang.