According to the original syllabus for my Health Communications class, we had a test today.
Now, this class is last on my priority list. I’m only in it because I need four more credits to finish my minor and didn’t want to take the other option offered at 8 AM. When it comes to homework, I’ll do everything for every other class before I so much as glance at Health Comm. In fact, I care so little about this class that I made a decision before the semester even started that I wasn’t going to read the textbook. (Which is out of character for me. But with my work load, I need to prioritize.)
The good thing about the course is that the professor is extremely laid back. He’s been reading a lot about new teaching methods and has taken on our class as his guinea pigs. Instead of lecturing, he split us into groups, divvied up the textbook, and made us present the chapters to the class. We covered a massive textbook in three weeks.
And now, it’s test time.
Last week, though, the professor had different idea. On a whim, he pushed the test back to this Thursday and gave us a new assignment. Once again, he split us into groups and gave us the guidelines for the test: “200 multiple choice, 50 short answers, 15 essay questions, worth 75% of grade”. (Yes, I know. These demands are RIDICULOUS.) In our groups, we had to write an official policy brief explaining the problems with this exam and come up with a better option.
In class today, all the groups presented our briefs. Many different options were suggested–shortening the test, having the class write it, a take-home option, and one group even proposed an individual oral exam.
At the end of the presentations, we all sat there anxiously. “Please let it be a take-home test“, I prayed. “I don’t have time to memorize nine chapters that I didn’t read.”
Then, the unthinkable happened.
The professor got up and told us that he really doesn’t care about testing and that we will better demonstrate knowing the material through applying it in the already-assigned upcoming projects.
I couldn’t believe my ears. NO TEST. An enormous weight was suddenly gone.
Now, I actually have time to get all my assigned reading done this week. I actually have time to write my first big essay for my senior seminar. I actually have time to step back, relax, and care for my mental health.
I can’t believe my luck.