So either this exam was super easy or I studied really well. Either way, bomb grade. I have honestly been learning about the power of multiple exposure and sleep consolidation. That horrible feeling when you are repeating something because you want to jam it into your brain is actually called your working memory. Things here can be easily forgotten, it’s best to study, sleep, study, and KNOW. Love this application and is definitely going to help me in the future.
I can not believe this is the fourth exam already. One more exam, our final and then that is IT! victory cheer the semester is almost over. so bittersweet
So for this exam, I was actually pretty happy because I was EXTREMELY distracted, I had not studied like I wanted. I don’t know what was happening to me at this moment. I was really disappointed in myself, for slacking off. Never again.
Today will be the last time
Like an orb in my hand
I look at this strange thing in front of me
I place it directly in God’s face
I say LOOK AT IT
I am at the end of me..again
This time God.. I demand that You help me
Oh I am so bold
But I know that I should not be suffering like this
A constant whipping at my back
Just when I think I am okay
I am swallowed by the darkness
It consumes me
If you would just take me away
If you would just give me the opportunity
Everything good hurts me
If I settled, if I wanted less
I would be okay, then I would be content
But I strive and it makes me insane
I was worried I was not going to do well on this exam. We got into hormones, brain injury genetics, drugs, and aging. There were a lot of topics but toward the end I studied pretty hard for an entire week. I thought I was going to get at least a 95. Going into the exam, it was all pretty straight forward if you understood the language and the concepts. HOWEVER, I knew exactly what I got wrong as I was bubbling in my answer. It was those things that I skipped over, and didn’t spend much time on. Of course what I spent most of my time on was no where to be found. (typical) I have to tackle this bad habit of spending too much time on one thing and not everything equally. But again, considering the class average, not too shabby.
What happens when untrained professionals give out help to the gullible
It wreaks havoc into the lives of the families
Where has purity gone
Where has hope for a better future
Only evil produces fears into the hearts of man
Pastors have suddenly become clinicians
They create a platform on the back of Christ
They promote freedom and security
Little do they know or care to understand the creation of God
His loved ones and His DESIGN
They promise spiritual freedom through experimental perversion.
In the name of God with the hand of science.
Yet, they refuse to do the work
They refuse to study and see for themselves
They desire spoon-fed psychology
Their chests are puffed up because their manipulation prevails
Yet, they have little to no clue what He has created
I’m not an emotion
I am a fact of life
Here from the beginning to the end
What I do is not controlled by wishful thinking
Faith is knowledge
Power and wisdom
Words can not contain what and who I am
Accept what I have produced
Choose to love the imperfect
Human bodies mean nothing
It is the Life inside of it that I care about
I produce fighters
Love should be like oxygen. Necessary, everywhere, and free. Don’t let anyone tell you that you need to earn love, or friendship. Most often than not, it is people who struggle with loving themselves that are stingy with loving others freely. Always remember that an empty cup cannot pour out!
Stay tender, love in all situations, cry and curse if necessary. But never stop loving other human beings. And if you find yourself slipping, hold onto the thought that you aren’t like them.
I mean considering the class average I’m okay
I definitely could have studied more
Now that I know how the exams are I think it’ll probably do better next time
I bought a lecture recorder midway which might have helped me to remember more and study better. Considering the amount of content we have to remember, I don’t see how anyone is not recording the lectures.
Ahh, probability. As an anxiety prone human being, probability is my arch nemesis. I need certainty, I need whole numbers, and I need stability.
Honestly statistics is like a foreign language. It’s all just formulas on formulas on formulas. I think it’s so hard for me to get into because it is looking at people through numbers. I resist it so much, just because I am such an emotional creature.