Maybe This Time

I had a quiz today. Because I was lazy (and also because there's this addictive little thing called Prison Break), I only studied half of what I was supposed to. Which means, I studied the easy chapter, and decided to forgo the more difficult chapter.

Anyone who's done psychology would have come across Freud's Psychosexual Development Theory, and Erik Erikson's Psychosocial Development Theory, as well as the theories from Adler, Jung and Horney (apparently it's pronounced horn-eye. I'm still gonna pronounce it the way it's spelled. Haha!). And anyone who's came across them would know how much there is to study.

Pfft, psychologists. Cheong hei tou sei.

Anyway! So I sat for my quiz, having revised only half of what I was supposed to know. And because the class is really small, my lecturer would have us exchange our papers and mark for each other. It's like being back in high school. Haha. So the whole time we were discussing the questions, I was sooo tense cuz I had this feeling I fucked up majorly. There were probably only four or five questions I was a hundred percent sure I got them right. And that's kind of sucky, you know?

So when I got my results back, it turns out I didn't do so bad.

The quiz comprised of two parts. The first five questions were based on the first module, then the next five on the second module. So for the one I studied, the first module, I got two out of five wrong. I know right, I'm damn stupid. And the second one, where I just sorta-kinda know how to answer the questions, I got a perfect score.

ARGH damn whatthefuck right?! I'm never gonna study anymore.

I've got a mid term exam tomorrow. And to test my theory of "not studying equals good results", I ain't gonna study. Stay tuned.