I am fine with being let down by others. I can even deal with it when my body fails me and I feel ill. What I cannot stand is the betrayal of my own mind. On Tuesday night, after a long day of studying econ and feeling content that I understood everything as well as someone in an introductory econ class possibly could, I decided to go to bed relatively early. To my dismay, I was unable to sleep that night. This, of course, was made worse when I came to the realization that I wasn't falling asleep, and the harder I tried, the more evasive rest became. I literally got zero hours of sleep that night, and my midterm was on Wednesday evening. On Wednesdays, I have class from 9 AM-5PM with only enough breaks to allow for two hours of intermittent sleep throughout the day. My midterm was at 6PM, and by the time I was sitting in the massive lecture hall with the test and three blue books resting on the top of my annoying right-handed desk, I was nearly delirious with exhaustion. And this is where my brain failed me. I began looking at the first couple of multiple choice problems. I say looking, because I cannot call it reading; my eyes were perceiving symbols on a page but my brain was beyond the point of ordering the symbols into cogent phrases, let alone differentiate between monopolistic competition cost curves versus those of perfect competition. I became frantic-I should have understood everything on that test, but I simply could not do it. By the time the TA called time, a good 25% of the test was still blank with the remainder of the test consisted of varying degrees of incorrectness I'm sure. When I got back to my room, I broke down in tears for the first time since I've been here (excluding when my mom showed me the pictures she took of Schubert, but those were a different kind of tears). I can't explain it. There are many things in this world that I don't know, but I have never felt like I didn't have the capacity to understand or demonstrate my understanding of something before. I felt utterly helpless.
Thankfully, my friends dragged me out to concert later that night that turned out to be tons of fun. I danced and listened to two entertaining bands for over two hours-a great stress reliever. Although I am certainly in better spirits now (or I will be until am confronted with my econ grade), that experience made me so excited to go home. I have tons of work to do for the rest of the semester if I want to pull off good grades, and although I'm learning a lot, it is so frustrating sometimes. I want to be challenged. That's why I'm here. But I like to surmount challenges; they're not so satisfying when you fail them.