A stew of luck


Woohoo, I had a lucky day today - kinda. At 16.00 two friends and me were going to have our physiology consultation... by my most respected professor PP who is the institut's C4 alpha male! I was really feeling ill in the morning and during the day, but my proverbial luck IS back and I was asked something I wished for at lunch over my pot of (obviously) lucky stew.

I received an email yesterday that didn't let me rest to learn as I planned, so I wasn't feeling too confident this morning, grumpy over a missed chance of learning opportunity. To fail in a consultation of some lecturer or PD is bad enough, but if it's someone you know and really like, it's torture when you know you're not prepared as you should be. The thought of making a fool of myself and disappointing this respected person was giving me a hard time over the last week.
Although I have started studying with a dear friend of mine (which improved my learning quite efficiently), I was well aware of the gaps in my knowledge base. I just started too late, as ever! Damn!
Anyway, I woke up this morning in state of a blackout, all so-far-collected knowledge having mixed up to a blur of words and numbers without coherency. And it was raining. Fine. So I went to uni in the early day to meet up with a friend, snatch a book and try to revive my short term memory. Before I quickly went to the sociology's secretary to fetch my certificate for "Berufsfelderkundung". At noon, before going to the cafeteria, I went to the anatomy secretary's office in order to ask for a certificate over the course of macroscopic anatomy (I had just spoken to an old friend yesterday and gotten hothothot new information about my chances of getting the certificate; my courses had been back in 2000/01 and I didn't pass the newly invented exam last semester, but apparently I had passed the exam back then - I still can't remember it, but obviously had taken place). I had ambivalent feelings, and whilst the secretary was looking through the files, checking my papers and such, I was still fearing she'd discover something missing. But she didn't! The tiny piece of paper is lying on my desktop right now! Super-YAY!!! One obstacle less on my way to the Physikum. *Sigh* I was so glad I felt like jumping all over the place. That really came unexpected. It was a good way to fight the examination anxiety too. Whatever would happen, i had this paper, and all was kind of good already.
In the afternoon we headed to P's office, nervous to say the least. We entered the spacious room and took seat, unsure what to expect. The consultation was strict but fair. I was really lucky regarding the subjects asked. I passed narrowly as only one out of three with "adequate performance and a +". It's strange how you can't really be happy when your best friends don't pass, although you're relieved to have made it yourself. In the end I was just a bit exhausted and wanted only to have a quiet talk. Unfortunately I was being distracted by another friend who had missed his chance in this consultation by coming too late, and who now wanted to gather *all* information about the exam. Well, I usually like talking but today it unnerved me in my post-examinational-wanting-to-comfort-my-friend state.

The bottom line? I made three achievements today, two certificates and the passed exam (well, i didn't pass it in honour as I wished, but at least I think I only disappointed him modestly...please...?).
Oh, and I got a cold. It came up very quick in the course of the evening. My throat is not feeling very smooth right now, and it's making me a bit grumpy. I guess the very nice yet very windy sunset on the bunker and two days of bicycle riding in the rain in combination with the stress of the upcoming consultation plus the "post-separational" emotional state took their toll. But I'll be fine methinks. I've just been snoozing for an hour feeling miserabel, enjoying a throat soothing lozenge and listening to Stevie Wonder. Feeling a bit better now. Let's wait for tomorrow :)

Posted: Fr - Juni 18, 2004 at 12:48 Uhr      


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