Hence, the mildly freaking out.
Phew, perfectionism is hard work. I'm glad I don't have that issue.
So, here's my suggestion. Don't think about like it's a mythological test that you have to pass in order to get by the minotaur. Think about it if you were the teacher and just wanted to see the depth of knowledge of your student. You don't expect them to know
everything
yet. But you want them to have a clue. Show your cluefulness. Show your process.
You're making an error between your expectations for yourself and their expectations for you. You expect to be perfect. They don't. You need to recalibrate what you think you're being tested for. Not knowledge but overall functional understanding of combinatorics.
I think it's more of a disconnect between my actual expectations for myself, and what I feel like I should expect from myself. I know that I'm not going to be able to answer everything. I don't expect to be able to, and frankly, it would really freak me out if I could answer everything, because then I'd think that the questions weren't hard enough. It's more that reflexive "you should know this" that's overriding the rational "I'm not going to know everything."
(I am going to be so glad when this exam is over. It's the last actual exam I have to get through -- all the formal things from now on are thesis-related things, so I have much more control over them. Well, I do still have the foreign language exam, but I'm not worrying about that one at all.)
I can't even imagine taking an exam where by design it was inevitable I "fail" at some point, nevermind repeatedly. And I'm no where near a perfectionist.
And I'm no where near a perfectionist.
::gives Trudy the secret handshake of imperfection::
psst, David. I think you did that wrong.
psst, David. I think you did that wrong.
::docks Cass imperfection points for correcting me, but gives her double points for doing it publically which is, of course, the wrong thing to do::
::gooses Cass. Gooses Trudy for good measure. Waits for Hil's ass to wander around in a distracted fashion...::
what IS a distracted fashion for an ass?
which is, of course, the wrong thing to do
Some things? You can pretty much count on me doing. The wrong thing is one of those things.
what IS a distracted fashion for an ass?
Wearing plaid on the left cheek and polka dots on the right. Very distracted fashion choice for a tush.
Some things? You can pretty much count on me doing. The wrong thing is one of those things.
::does the secret handshake of imperfection with Cass. Incorrectly::
::fumbles on the grip part and blushes::