I often feel more stupid after I finish a semester than before I started it. This may be the exact opposite of how I am supposed to feel, but it is oft my sentiment.
At the beginning of the semester I don't expect to really know anything in the classes that I am enrolled in. I'm a blank slate, an untouched canvas, a landscape of pristine snow. After all, really, how much am I going to know from day to day conversation about reading non-profit and governmental financial statements? I don't know how much you all have garnered about reporting detachable warrants on bonds in passing, but I didn't know much. At the end of the semester and several thousand dollars and sleepless nights later, however, I expect to know this stuff. I've worked hard, struggling through material and homework valiantly. Then when I sit to take those comprehensive finals there is always at least one moment where I read a question and think:
"WTF? We learned about this? When!?" (Yes. I think in abbreviated text speak.)
Needless to say I feel kind of dumb and disappointed about finals this time around, as always, even though I know that I got nothing lower than a B in any of my classes. Now I have two weeks to let my brain reset before my summer class and then I launch into my final undergraduate semester (*gasp*)! Then off to graduate school and then the rest of my life.
Life is so simple when it is just one sentence. It really does help to cut out the bull crap.
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