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Thursday, 10 November 2005
My father's death during final exams
When my father passed away, I was an M.A. student and it was final exams. It was Monday night and I was studying for the final exam of course about education administration. The following morning I went to school as I was a teacher and when I got home in the afternoon I knew that my father had passed away. I could not go to the university to sit for the final exam. The following Tuesday was the last day of the course and we were supposed to go to class to give a presentation about our research papers. So I thought I would be possible for me to re-take the final exam then. So after the funeral and morning days were over (3 days), I tried to study but I could not. I was so sad that it was difficult for me to concentrate. I spent 6 hours studying one page but in vain. On Tuesday (a week after my father's death) I went to class. When my instructor saw me, she asked me why I did not take the final exam. I told her that my father passed a way. She said she was sorry and that I had to re-take the exam right then. I told her that I could not review the material and was not ready. She insisted that I take it then and if I did not, I would get a zero. She added that even though I was the best student in her class and even if I get a full mark for my semester work, I would fail the course, if I don't. She asked me to go out and try to review while my classmates are giving their presentations and that I had to sit for the test at the end of the session, i.e. 60 minutes. I went out of the classroom and started to cry. Some of my classmates gathered around me. Some offered to read for me and others offered me their notes. I told them that I was having trouble concentrating and recalling and that it was impossible to review a whole semester's material in just an hour. I was certain I was going to fail. While crying, I was flipping the pages of my notes and felt that there was no way out. An hour later, I went in and sat in front of my instructor. She asked me questions that I could answer without having reviewed the material and I answered them all. She smiled at me and said that I have passed with an A.

Posted by reemasado at 12:01 AM

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