So I Get My Exam Results Tomorrow
<div class="IPBDescription">And i'm screwed (warning: contains emo)</div> I have to get 40% overall, as an average of all my modules.
Easy.
I have to get 30% in every module, except for functional programming and programming 2, in which I have to get 40%.
Not so easy, I kind of blew the functional programming exam.
So I was a little worried whether or not I can scrape the 40% I need to get into my 2nd year of uni (in which my exam results will actually count towards something), but overall i'm pretty confident; after all, I got 98% in one of my 2 pieces of coursework. I still haven't checked my marks for my 2nd piece of coursework... I just assume it's good. I really should check that.
ANYWAY.
I go to the university site where the exam results will be posted and I take a look at my grades so far. Most of them are blank seeing as some courses don't have coursework. I find programming 1 where I have a 30% assessment average (because I kind of forgot to take one of the three tests in the first term.... doh), yet still managed to pass with 65% overall after the exam. For a brief moment I allow myself a glimmer of hope.... then I check functional programming.
Bollocks.
There were 7 online quizzes I was meant to do. Seven of them. And I never even realised. And I would have aced them so easily since they're open book and you have an unlimited amount of time to do them in.... but I never even knew they were there.... argh argh argh.... and I get my results tomorrow... argh argh argh.... and now I'm rocking back and forth in my chair thinking about how i'm going to survive as a hobo when I get kicked out of university for excessive stupidity.... argh argh argh....
Easy.
I have to get 30% in every module, except for functional programming and programming 2, in which I have to get 40%.
Not so easy, I kind of blew the functional programming exam.
So I was a little worried whether or not I can scrape the 40% I need to get into my 2nd year of uni (in which my exam results will actually count towards something), but overall i'm pretty confident; after all, I got 98% in one of my 2 pieces of coursework. I still haven't checked my marks for my 2nd piece of coursework... I just assume it's good. I really should check that.
ANYWAY.
I go to the university site where the exam results will be posted and I take a look at my grades so far. Most of them are blank seeing as some courses don't have coursework. I find programming 1 where I have a 30% assessment average (because I kind of forgot to take one of the three tests in the first term.... doh), yet still managed to pass with 65% overall after the exam. For a brief moment I allow myself a glimmer of hope.... then I check functional programming.
Bollocks.
There were 7 online quizzes I was meant to do. Seven of them. And I never even realised. And I would have aced them so easily since they're open book and you have an unlimited amount of time to do them in.... but I never even knew they were there.... argh argh argh.... and I get my results tomorrow... argh argh argh.... and now I'm rocking back and forth in my chair thinking about how i'm going to survive as a hobo when I get kicked out of university for excessive stupidity.... argh argh argh....
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[edit] No, seriously. About 2 acres down the hill there's this black liquid seeping up under a pond. I think I'm either rich or the undead are coming for me. [/edit]
The tests (which I didn't do) and coursework amount to 30% of the total grade for the module. This 30% is evenly split between the quizzes and the coursework. I basically got 100% in one piece. If we assume my mark for the other was 50%, I got 75% overall for the coursework. So I got roughly 40% of the coursework marks, which is about 12% of the overall marks.
So I only need to get 28% in the exam (which I think I screwed up) to pass overall, and I can retake it.
I think I can cancel that trip to Hobos R us and put this down to emo. Kthxbye.
That said, lets not let a good thread go to waste... share your stories of abject failure, a happy time will be had by all!
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Err... I have 5 pieces of Business Studies coursework in for tomorrow, 3 pieces of IT coursework in for tomorrow and 2 pieces of science coursework in for tomorrow... and i've done none of it. Oops.
1.5 years later, with much of my family support, I just got my Bachelor Degree from Iowa State, and about to begin my MS degree in U of Illionois. (Still can't believe it, considering how much typo I still have when I'm writing my essay)
It's been a roller coaster ride. So, what did I learn? **** will go away, things will improve.
1.5 years later, with much of my family support, I just got my Bachelor Degree from Iowa State, and about to begin my MS degree in U of Illionois. (Still can't believe it, considering how much typo I still have when I'm writing my essay)
It's been a roller coaster ride. So, what did I learn? **** will go away, things will improve. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Iowa State PWNZ! I grew up in Ankeny just south of there - that's wrestling country!
What is this failure you speak of?
I'm going to share a story of close failure, which was fixed by an *angered* discussion with my professor at the time.
I was taking a linear algebra class. And this was this professors first time teaching at the school. As a matter of habit he was ALWAYS at least 5 minutes late to class every day. So, midterm rolls around. I show up to class with 2-3 minutes left before it's supposed to start. But a bunch of people are already quietly taking the test. So I walk up and grab a copy, sit down, and start taking it. I thought I did pretty good, at least a B.
We get our grades back like 3 weeks later. The average is like a 42% or something pitiful, and my grade is only like a 55%.
W....T.....F.....
So, low and behold, after a general outcry, we *discover* that he was grading mostly on work shown. And by mostly, I mean totally. He claims that he gave us all directions about this when he gave us the midterm. That's when most of us figure out that he had actually shown up to class a full 15 minutes early on the day of the midterm and given the directions orally to like the 2-3 people that bother to show up that early for class.
Now, linear algebra isn't exactly childs play, but it's not something you need to show a lot of work for either, I mean, they're just vectors and matrices, not quite rocket surgury.
So, yeah. I make an appointment and talk to him in his office about a couple problems where the work was trivial in nature. I should mention that I had to employ some of my special persuasive tactics. And managed to bump that grade up to like a 76% .
And if you're wondering about the final course outcome of that. Let's just say that I had 18 doublesided pages of work turned in with my final. And that bastard still only gave me a C- for the class.
I should probably mention that he was fired after he taught one more course.
>_<
1.5 years later, with much of my family support, I just got my Bachelor Degree from Iowa State, and about to begin my MS degree in U of Illionois. (Still can't believe it, considering how much typo I still have when I'm writing my essay)
It's been a roller coaster ride. So, what did I learn? **** will go away, things will improve. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Iowa State PWNZ! I grew up in Ankeny just south of there - that's wrestling country! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
I'm at the parents in Altoona now, my dad works in Ankeny. Grew up half an hour away from Cedar Falls where I go to college now to Northern Iowa.
What is this failure you speak of?
I'm going to share a story of close failure, which was fixed by an *angered* discussion with my professor at the time.
I was taking a linear algebra class. And this was this professors first time teaching at the school. As a matter of habit he was ALWAYS at least 5 minutes late to class every day. So, midterm rolls around. I show up to class with 2-3 minutes left before it's supposed to start. But a bunch of people are already quietly taking the test. So I walk up and grab a copy, sit down, and start taking it. I thought I did pretty good, at least a B.
We get our grades back like 3 weeks later. The average is like a 42% or something pitiful, and my grade is only like a 55%.
W....T.....F.....
So, low and behold, after a general outcry, we *discover* that he was grading mostly on work shown. And by mostly, I mean totally. He claims that he gave us all directions about this when he gave us the midterm. That's when most of us figure out that he had actually shown up to class a full 15 minutes early on the day of the midterm and given the directions orally to like the 2-3 people that bother to show up that early for class.
Now, linear algebra isn't exactly childs play, but it's not something you need to show a lot of work for either, I mean, they're just vectors and matrices, not quite rocket surgury.
So, yeah. I make an appointment and talk to him in his office about a couple problems where the work was trivial in nature. I should mention that I had to employ some of my special persuasive tactics. And managed to bump that grade up to like a 76% .
And if you're wondering about the final course outcome of that. Let's just say that I had 18 doublesided pages of work turned in with my final. And that bastard still only gave me a C- for the class.
I should probably mention that he was fired after he taught one more course.
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Was he foreign, or just stupid?
Ok that sounded extremely racist so I'd better explain myself before I get beaten to a pulp by the political correctness stick...
We have a lot of foreign proffesors at my university. Some of them speak perfect english, but these are a scarce few. Some speak with mild accents which are understandable most of the time, including two of my math teachers (from the sound of it a similar course to what you were doing THEM).
And then some of them have horrible, incomprehensable accents. And no-one wants to admit they have no idea WTH the lecturer is talking about, so no-one actually learns anything much... other than the fact that they are screwed in this particular module. Luckily, the part of the module taught by incomprehendable chinese lady was fairly simple, and I was able to pick it up purely from the (horribly mis-spelled) notes.
Yes, and yes in my opinion. He was understandable all of the time, but was definitely a recent immigrant (I forgot where he told us he was from, definitely a European country). As for the stupid thing, I assume that's mostly just my bias, but he would often just stop what he was saying in mid sentence and stare into space for a good 30-40 seconds.
Just once I wish I could have walked up and pulled my semester's tuition out of their back pocket and said, "see, this is what you get hoser!". Except I'd call him something other than hoser, of course.
I figure most of you are using scholarships or maybe student loans, but when you work your rear off and spend a couple whole paychecks just to get some #$%@#$ spouting nonsense at you and then expecting you to just gather all his knowledge by osmosis.... ...well, it gives you nasty thoughts.
Remember kids: always READ your syllabus.
I dropped out of school before my GCSE'S then dropped out of College this year.
Go me.
I once hit the landing strip a little hard, no real damage to the plane but it wasn't an enjoyable feeling.
When I was applying for specialty high schools, they turned me down, reapplied to the one that was more my style and got in. I think that's a good part of the reason I was able to get into the undergrad school I wanted.
Even better, success is a matter of perspective as to truly win at life you need to be happy, happy is soley down to how you view events around you, no matter what is taking place.
Trust me, I think everyone here knows I've had some pretty rough spots in my life but it really doesn't matter.