As many of you may know, I am a Cardiovascular Perfusionist. And many of you have no idea what it is and that's okay. If you really care to know, google it. This past Saturday, I took the second and last part of my boards to get my perfusion licence. I studied but not as hard as I studied for the first part. Every perfusionist I asked about the 2nd part of the boards said the same thing:
"Oh, its much easier than the first part."
"I'll be surprised if it takes you the enitre 4 hours they give you."
"It's a cake walk."
"Don't worry, you'll be fine."
I was never a good test taker and I did worry and I had a right to worry. That test was hard as shit.
Some of the questions were very straight forward and simple but alot of the other questions had me looking at the computer screen and mouthing to myself, "What the fuck is this shit?!" I found myself cursing out every single person that told me that this exam was going to be simple.
The best way how I can put it is this: You're at a bar/club/social setting with your friends and you see an attractive woman across the way. You're friends all know that woman because all of your friends fucked her and now your friends want you to go and talk her. They tell you, "Go talk to her. We all talked to her and we all fucked the shit out of her. Don't be scared, it'll be easy. You'll be in and out in no time." You believe this so you grab ya shit and go talk to her. But something must have changed from when your friends had her to now. She must've realized how easy she was. So she found a church, got saved, started eating right, working out, hanging with new people, read a self esteem book, quit her job at the local strip club, got back in school and transformed into a whole new person. You didn't know that before you approached. So now you are putting in alot of unexpected work just so you can fuck this bitch.
That exam was that bitch.
I may be overreacting and I probably it better that what I think I did. I'll get the results back in 4-6 weeks and hopefully I'll be allowed to put more letters after my name, get that raise (cha-ching!!) and I don't have to take that exam again.
Moral of the story: No matter what others may say, pray for peace but prepare for war.
Keep on evolving.
