So that’s what a contracts midterm exam is like. I feel ok about it. No curve balls or anything. The only bad point was when I tried to upload my exam.
Up popped an error message that the network connection was lost. “Uh oh, that’s not good,” I thought, “I should probably go find the professor.” Except I wasn’t sure where he was. I vaguely remember his office was 301. Or 201. I tried 301 first. That wasn’t it. So I tried 201. He wasn’t there. Now, I realize as I was searching for him, he could well have been back in the computer exam room, the hand writing exam room, on the third floor in general, or even in the men’s room. I imagined myself wandering the building searching for him. That would have been ok, I had an hour until the exam was over, but I really didn’t want to do that. Luckily, I ran into another of my professors who told me who to talk to. They said to just pack up and bring my laptop to them. Fortunately, when I got back to the computer exam room, whatever the problem was had fixed itself, and I could just upload it. So it all worked out.
Thinking about the exam, I found it a bit silly that thirty hours of class time were summed up in just a handful of questions. Granted, one of them was quite through, but for a couple of others we were limited to a relatively few number of characters (including spaces and punctuation), and for the fourth, it was a one word answer. Seems it would have to be graded as right or wrong; I can’t help but wonder what impact that would have on the exam. But, still, thirty hours, four questions. It seemed a bit silly to me. But I have learned that when I ask why something is done the way it is for law school, the answer has always been because that’s the way it’s done for law school.
Soon enough it will be next year and I’ll learn how I did. Until then, I’m just going with my ok feeling.
With the contracts exam out of the way, I can turn my attention other things: Thanksgiving, the Michigan game, more exams in a couple of weeks.