Thank goodness it was the paper that didn’t feel like a paper: Medical Ethics. Seriously, while re-reading some of the chapters were painful (especially Kamm’s), I was totally unworried for the paper. So unworried that I squandered my days playing chef, settling my new home (I have a new home and we’re moving in end of May!), and even attending alumni dance practice the night before the paper (wow, I’m a KR Dance alumni!).
By the end of the paper though, I had to admit I was worried. Chris never lets anyone finish his papers. His argument is that by pushing us hard during the exams, he knows exactly who is good and who is merely average. I’ve never finished any of his papers, always being cut short of my last few sentences by the clock. Until today. I’d finished with about three minutes left on the clock and had no idea what else I wanted to say that could make my answers any more complete. I was just, for once, never before in my four semesters with Chris, done.
While waiting for the invigilators to check that they’d collected everyone’s exam scripts, I texted Chris: I actually finished the paper with minutes to spare. I’m worried. Either you were lenient or I screwed up.
Chris: False dichotomy.
Me: That makes the latter worse.
Chris: I’m sure you did fine. Coming to the party?
Now that’s what I call a last undergraduate exam.
