Exams. I am in the middle of them. They are all multiple choice which, from what I gather, tests breadth of knowledge rather than depth. Other exams I’ve done have been essay-based which, I am surprised to find, requires (for me at least) a whole lot more memorisation and going over and over stuff than multiple choice seems to require.
You know, in a funny kind of way I’m enjoying these exams. I’m liking this shoving of ideas and concepts and definitions into my brain. It’s like a race to the end. Can I read and remember all of these ideas? These are big mo-fo textbooks I am trying to absorb. The most surprising thing about this exam learning/revision is that I resent it a whole let less than I resented having to write essays. It was almost as if the essay-writing was a waste of my precious writing capacity whereas this is opening up whole new ways of thinking and connecting. It’s refreshing and rejuvenating. You weren’t expecting me to say that, were you?
Nonetheless, it’s still rather intimidating. I mean, you don’t want to be the maturest of mature age students sitting exams and not passing them. Well, I don’t think I’ll fail. Obviously, being a mature age student by ‘fail’ I mean get anything less than a high distinction.
Well, it’s back to the textbooks I go. One down, three to go.