Combine drug-induced drowsiness with “I haven’t done grade 9 math since… grade 9″ and you have a recipe for what could have been a really shitty evening.
I wrote my Health Sciences math assessment tonight. Surprisingly, I think it actually went well. I continue to suck at fractions, but I should at least pass. Although I’m not exactly sure what score I needed to get to pass. Nobody has actually said that yet. Just that I have to write the assessment. Ok, great! I wrote it! If I get every question wrong, I still get in, right?
I get my results next week. Here’s hoping I did slightly better than “every question wrong”. I am at least confident that all of my answers appeared on the list of multiple choice options.
I did have a moment of panic. We had an hour to do the test. No problem, 25 questions in an hour should be a breeze. Until I’m sitting on question 7, pretty sure I have the answer, but quadruple checking because I have a habit of making Stupid Math Errors like multiplying 8 and 7 and getting 93… and the assessor comes back in the room and says, “half hour left.”
WHAT? DAMNIT. I sped up a little at that point. Luckily, it was only the fraction questions that gave me trouble: I still remember how to do basic “solve for X” algebra. And long division. Yay me. (No calculators. Jebus. I haven’t had a “no calculator” test since I was 12…)
So. Here’s hoping. Apparently if I fail (whatever “fail” means) I can’t take it for another 4 months, which will severely curtail my whole “apply for nursing school as soon as I get my biology grade” plan.