Today was the final for my French culture class.
Never having had a final before in France, I wasn't quite sure what the format would look like. Add to this the fact that since the very first culture class I had never felt like I had any real idea what the course was about and what exactly I was supposed to be learning. Normally this combination of the unknown and the uncertain would be enough to send me into nervous fits. Or at least it would have back in Richmond. Ironically here I didn't even feel a twinge of nervousness.
Maybe it's the fact that I only need a 10 in this class to receive credit for it or perhaps its that I still hold on to a little bit of my "this isn't real" mentality, but whatever it was I was thankful for it today as I walked into that classroom and sat down for the exam.
The exam itself proved to be nothing that I would ever call "exam worthy" in an American university. More like a quiz, the exam consisted of 4 sheets of paper stapled together with 10 questions and 2 maps printed upon them. We were given an hour and a half to finish the exam and it passed rather quickly as I set about answering the questions, which were quite random and seemed strangely simplistic to me.
I was the 2nd to turn in my exam and as the prof looked it over and continually nodded his head, I began to breathe a little easier, my first French exam over. Now all that's left is to wait a week for the results.
The hardest part is always waiting for the results. That, at least, is the same in every country. But I still wonder if I keep telling myself "10, 10, 10" over and over until next Monday will it eventually become meaningless and offer me no real comfort anymore?
Never having had a final before in France, I wasn't quite sure what the format would look like. Add to this the fact that since the very first culture class I had never felt like I had any real idea what the course was about and what exactly I was supposed to be learning. Normally this combination of the unknown and the uncertain would be enough to send me into nervous fits. Or at least it would have back in Richmond. Ironically here I didn't even feel a twinge of nervousness.
Maybe it's the fact that I only need a 10 in this class to receive credit for it or perhaps its that I still hold on to a little bit of my "this isn't real" mentality, but whatever it was I was thankful for it today as I walked into that classroom and sat down for the exam.
The exam itself proved to be nothing that I would ever call "exam worthy" in an American university. More like a quiz, the exam consisted of 4 sheets of paper stapled together with 10 questions and 2 maps printed upon them. We were given an hour and a half to finish the exam and it passed rather quickly as I set about answering the questions, which were quite random and seemed strangely simplistic to me.
I was the 2nd to turn in my exam and as the prof looked it over and continually nodded his head, I began to breathe a little easier, my first French exam over. Now all that's left is to wait a week for the results.
The hardest part is always waiting for the results. That, at least, is the same in every country. But I still wonder if I keep telling myself "10, 10, 10" over and over until next Monday will it eventually become meaningless and offer me no real comfort anymore?
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