Ain't this a B?
May. 8th, 2006 05:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksAs I prepare to take the train straight to Failure Heaven (or Hell) I take a moment to stop and document this, for posterity's sake if nothing else...
I've been doing practice NCLEX questions for review, see? Well, for review and because they're required for class credit. 120 questions done in test style via the NCLEX 3500 software, results printed out. Ideally we would have been doing review questions during the entirety of the school semester and would score a perfect 120 on the assignment. Realistically I'm a slacker and didn't bone up to doing actual test style (where there's no immediate answer feedback given) until, oh, two days ago. I'd been doing them off and on, you see, but as review, where you're told right away whether you got a question correct or not.
Right. So I spent almost all of yesterday doing Med-Surg NCLEX questions in chunks of ten, test-style. I didn't print out the result unless I got an eight or above. I was looking for a ten. Twelve tens's, to be honest. Ten's were hard to come by, as in "impossibly". All day and not a single ten to be found. It got to the point where I would sit in front of the computer and delay whatever task I had on-hand - making dinner, showering, urinating even - to try to get a goddamned ten out of ten. No dice. I went to bed at 2:30AM or so, determined to wake up and get the fuck out of here in time to at least go over my neglected psych, OB, and peds for the exam. I left the computer on and a test up just in case I needed to revisit things. I woke up, peeled my extremely tired ass out of bed, and like a good addict started on another test. Mind, I was half-asleep, could barely see the questions through my droopy cold-plagued eyes, and felt like utter shit.
My Score? Ten out of ten.
You could have knocked me over with something really soft and generally not used to knock people over.
I printed out the results (yay for stolen black ink!), blamed it all on wacky chance, and rushed through washing up and taming my hair. Of course, I had to re-enter my room after I finished all that and, of course, I'd left the NCLEX 3500 program running. Part of me didn't want to take another ten question mini-test for fear of fuckin' up the high I had going, another part of me wanted to see if I could chuck one of the eight out of tens I'd accumulated from yesterday.
New test, new score...or old score, as the case may be: ten out of ten.
Now I reach...uhm, *now*. Apparently I'm really really lucky or I actually retained some shit during the last eight months. I wonder if I reach some idiot savant state of enlightenment when I'm so tired all I want to do is crawl under the covers and bawl myself to sleep. Hmm.
BIG thank you to everyone who obliged with hugs and/or offers of sexual favors yesterday (I'll be redeeming those at a later date, thank ewe). More luck, please? Something worked and even now I don't think it'll be enough.
I've been doing practice NCLEX questions for review, see? Well, for review and because they're required for class credit. 120 questions done in test style via the NCLEX 3500 software, results printed out. Ideally we would have been doing review questions during the entirety of the school semester and would score a perfect 120 on the assignment. Realistically I'm a slacker and didn't bone up to doing actual test style (where there's no immediate answer feedback given) until, oh, two days ago. I'd been doing them off and on, you see, but as review, where you're told right away whether you got a question correct or not.
Right. So I spent almost all of yesterday doing Med-Surg NCLEX questions in chunks of ten, test-style. I didn't print out the result unless I got an eight or above. I was looking for a ten. Twelve tens's, to be honest. Ten's were hard to come by, as in "impossibly". All day and not a single ten to be found. It got to the point where I would sit in front of the computer and delay whatever task I had on-hand - making dinner, showering, urinating even - to try to get a goddamned ten out of ten. No dice. I went to bed at 2:30AM or so, determined to wake up and get the fuck out of here in time to at least go over my neglected psych, OB, and peds for the exam. I left the computer on and a test up just in case I needed to revisit things. I woke up, peeled my extremely tired ass out of bed, and like a good addict started on another test. Mind, I was half-asleep, could barely see the questions through my droopy cold-plagued eyes, and felt like utter shit.
My Score? Ten out of ten.
You could have knocked me over with something really soft and generally not used to knock people over.
I printed out the results (yay for stolen black ink!), blamed it all on wacky chance, and rushed through washing up and taming my hair. Of course, I had to re-enter my room after I finished all that and, of course, I'd left the NCLEX 3500 program running. Part of me didn't want to take another ten question mini-test for fear of fuckin' up the high I had going, another part of me wanted to see if I could chuck one of the eight out of tens I'd accumulated from yesterday.
New test, new score...or old score, as the case may be: ten out of ten.
Now I reach...uhm, *now*. Apparently I'm really really lucky or I actually retained some shit during the last eight months. I wonder if I reach some idiot savant state of enlightenment when I'm so tired all I want to do is crawl under the covers and bawl myself to sleep. Hmm.
BIG thank you to everyone who obliged with hugs and/or offers of sexual favors yesterday (I'll be redeeming those at a later date, thank ewe). More luck, please? Something worked and even now I don't think it'll be enough.
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Date: 2006-05-08 08:25 pm (UTC)