Everyone has had experiences with tests. If you haven’t, why not? Is it because:
a.) I speak for the trees
b.) I tested out of tests
c.) World peace
d.) All of the above
Guess what. There was no right answer. You see, that was a test. Now relate to me.
In the ancient post, I whined about not getting my way. Then I hypothesized about getting my way. Kameron, I thought to myself in the third person, you’re a moderate looking guy. If you guess on a bunch of questions on a test, you’re bound to get maybe some right. More often than not, statistics and my third person prove to be incorrect. However, more often than not is not not. Therefore, despite my moderate looks, if I guess on a bunch of questions on a test, every so often, I’m bound to get definitely some right. And maybe even more. Like, a bunch of them right. Or even (foreshadowingly) all of them.
On any given test, there are easier questions and harder questions. These can also be viewed as questions I am sure/mostly sure about and ones that I am severely unsure about. Generally, I will go through and do all of the ones I’m mostly sure about and come back to those that I’m unsure about. Sometimes, I will predict my grade in the middle of taking my test. This I do by figuring out how many I’m sure of, subtracting a few on account of dumb, and adding one or two on account of dumb luck. Usually I’m wrong and should have spent that time actually thinking about the questions. Usually I’m wrong in the direction that I wouldn’t like to be.
On a test I took a few weeks ago, I had finished the fer shore answers and calculated my speculative multiple choice grade. Being satisfied, I ‘educatedly’ guessed on the remaining questions and turned in my test. I moseyed on downstairs to check my score on the monitors. It refreshed once. Not yet. Refreshed twice. Not yet. Third time’s the charm, and what a charming charm it was. My number popped up. My score popped up. My eyebrows popped up. My jaw popped down. The sides of my mouth popped up. 100%. I got a perfect score. And to express my perfect score were the words “Perfect Score!” off to the side of my perfect score. Never before had I achieved such a perfect score. I couldn’t believe it. I scrolled my eyeballs down the number list again to make sure I was claiming the right one. I was. I checked again. Still yes, which is good because I quickly became attached and would have stolen it and stealing is bad. I felt giddy. Usually I feel ungiddy when I leave the testing center. I just wanted... to sing....
So this is your math lesson for the day: For all of the tests you have horribly bad guessing on, you will have one good one in your entire 9 year college career. It doesn’t make sense according to math, but hey. You’ve been in college for 9 years. You’re bad at math so it’s bad at you. I, for one, will take what I can get in most anything except diseases.
