Spring Finals Redux

It’s that time again. Spring finals week begin May 9. I thought it would be a valuable reminder to revisit last semester’s essay on the subject to mark the anxiety-filled event. (Edited for grammar and style).

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It’s finals week at California State University, Long Beach. My finals began last week, but the hard stuff is this week. I don’t know what it is about testing and writing final papers, but I get anxious, sometimes beyond relief. Now, these are not time-pressured deadlines save for the deadline to submit. That doesn’t seem to matter. The problem is with the task itself.

I know my semester grade is dependent on this. Sixteen weeks of studying, quizzes, a mid-term, writing other papers, and class participation will mean very little if I flunk this final week. I’m confident that won’t happen, but as you well know, a grade less than an “A” is never good enough for me. Does that sound neurotic to you? Don’t answer that. At Long Beach City College, where I received my A.A. in English, only once did I grab a grade lower than an “A.” That was for Statistics. I can’t tell you how upset I was. That lone “B” haunted me for weeks. And that’s my problem. One exam can challenge your self-confidence, patience, and measurement of how you are doing in school.

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Something isn’t right about that. I  don’t remember the last time someone asked me a statistics question in the real world. They demanded an analysis of Twelfth Night or sparred with me on the true meaning behind Waiting for Godot. I mean, I wish they would. I’d be ready for them. It seems such a shame that you go through all the anxieties and gymnastics of studying and testing only to leave it behind once you leave school.

All those years in K-12 and College, I now can barely remember a fourth of it. What was the point? You know how much sleep I lost studying for a test only to discover that most of what I studied never appeared on the exam. What a waste of time is what I would want to say. And all this would be true if my education was only about memorizing facts. If I did learn anything, education was about learning to ask questions and seek answers. Think.

Wait, learning to think? I could have done that at home, listening to some podcast with my eyes closed. And that would probably count too. The truth is that every time you watch television or a YouTube video or scan a website, you’re taking in information. If you’re conscious of what you’re doing, you’re learning to think.

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I thought my years in jobs as a motorcycle messenger, bartender, or waiter were just temp jobs until I scored the big career move. I learned so much about organizing, people relations, and how to make a mean drink (a great conversation starter even if I don’t drink anymore). I used to think that anything outside the formal setting of a school or a training course was, oh, I don’t know, just living, doing a job, making a living. The reality is that I was learning to think through life. I’m not just talking about learning to survive in those cold, savage jungles of New York, Washington, D.C., or Los Angeles (Okay, that too). I was learning how to view the total picture, the complexity of reality, an event or a situation, the people I met along the way, and make decisions based on facts, instincts, and experience. Did I always get it right? Oh, hell no. But, even when I got it wrong in Statistics, I learned something other than I would never take that course again. I sharpened my analytical skills.

I could go on with a long list of skills that I acquired doing activities outside of school. But, my time at Long Beach City College and now in the waning days of my first semester of CSULB have given me an appreciation of the power of formal education. The professors, the textbooks, the lectures, the interaction with fellow students create an environment where you can lose yourself in intellectual enlightenment if you allow yourself. Does that mean every class I’ve taken is equal in the results? No, some are better than others. But, I decided a long time ago that I wasn’t going to waste any chance to learn to think.

I haven’t. As I wrote in a reflections letter that was part of the finals for an English class,

 “You can sail through college and get that degree and not remember a damn thing you studied. Or you can take each day to allow yourself to be absorbed by what you learn.” If you choose the latter path, you will be changed forever. I have, and I am.

English 380- English Studies

I shared with the professor my daily mantra, “Eat life like you’re starving. You may feel full at the end of the day, but damn, it tasted good.” The class, like life, offered me a buffet of mind-altering intellectual dishes in sixteen weeks that left me very full. I can comfortably say that my brain and my spirit feel very satisfied.

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And isn’t that the point? You walk away from a person, an event, a job, and if you feel like, damn, I’m wiser now than before that encounter, you can smile. All that knowledge will go into my memory banks and be available to use the next time I want to learn something new. I’m doing Finals Week like it’s one more opportunity to learn something new, no matter how stressful. It might be because some things in life are worth putting a little more effort into.

Author: Antonio Pedro Ruiz

Antonio Ruiz is an ex-junkie-alcoholic, former seminarian, one-time radio host-producer, past community organizer, continuing to be a media advocate, retired television reporter, ex-commission executive director, once a street vendor of jewelry and gloves, waitron (waiter to you), a former bartender who drank too much on the job, an ex-motorcycle courier who learned to ride a bike just for the job, ex-airport shuttle driver, former Entertainment news director-producer, the best time of my life, one-time live TV events red carpet producer-executive producer, ex-small business consultant, ex-youth media and journalism mentor, and now a college student who also has been married three times (thirds the charm), and just couldn't help living with two other women because well, that's part of my story.

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