Budding young psychologists
Jun. 16th, 2009 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyYesterday I found myself sitting the only Microeconomic Theory in Health Economics exam amid a sea of undergraduates doing Introduction to Psychology. While we were all milling around outside (in the freezing cold, I might add) waiting to be let into the exam room, one boy came up to a group of budding young psychologists near me and asked, 'Who knew we had a text book for this subject?' So, yes, good luck with that exam, kid.
The psychologists had it easy: only a two hour exam. They all left and left me alone for the final hour of my exam. The invigilator, an elderly lady, sat herself down two desks to my right, turned ninety degrees so she could watch me straight on. I found it quite disconcerting once I'd noticed. When I finished, she pounced on my paper. 'I was watching you write, love, and it looked so even and up close it's so beautiful.' If only I got marked on handwriting, I pointed out. But really, I was pleased with the paper. One exam over; one to go next Monday.
The psychologists had it easy: only a two hour exam. They all left and left me alone for the final hour of my exam. The invigilator, an elderly lady, sat herself down two desks to my right, turned ninety degrees so she could watch me straight on. I found it quite disconcerting once I'd noticed. When I finished, she pounced on my paper. 'I was watching you write, love, and it looked so even and up close it's so beautiful.' If only I got marked on handwriting, I pointed out. But really, I was pleased with the paper. One exam over; one to go next Monday.