The hallway was
filled with students. Some were excited, others were nervous. Some talked and
laughed, others were silent. All of us were here for the same reason – the
chemistry exam.
“Do you have the
polyatomic ions from Table 2.9 memorized?” the girl across the hall asked the
guy next to me.
“Mostly. The
only one I can’t remember is thiocyanate.”
“That would be
SCN with a charge of -1,” I supplied.
“Oh, thanks!”
The young man seemed grateful. “I studied for 3 hours this afternoon,
memorizing that table.”
He would have an easier time on the test if
he had started memorizing before this afternoon, I mused.
Another girl
seemed less prepared. “What’s Table 2.9?”
“It’s the table
that has the polyatomic ions,” I responded.
“Can’t I just
calculate those from the periodic table?”
“No. They are
handled in groups, and you can’t just use the periodic table. You have to
memorize the ions and their charges.”
“Oh no!” The
girl was clearly dismayed. “What page is it on?”
“Page 60, right
here,” another student showed her in the chemistry textbook.
“I’m going to
quiz you on them to see if you really have memorized them,” the girl challenged
me.
“Sure, go
ahead.” I had been reviewing these ions every day for the previous week, so I
knew that while I had a few weak spots, I knew most of them pretty well.
“Nitrate.”
“NO3,
charge of -1.”
“Sulfite.”
“SO3,
charge of -2.”
“Wow, you
weren’t lying about reviewing these! I wish I knew them like you do.”
I thought to
myself, I wish I knew all of them like I
know those two. I’m not as prepared as she thinks I am. “It’s not all that
hard. Nitrate and nitrite both have a charge of -1, but nitrate has one more
oxygen atom than nitrite. Sulfate and sulfite both are -2, but sulfate has one
more oxygen atom than sulfite. And so on…”
“How do you
remember all that?”
Lots of practice, my friend…
She continued,
“I’m going to have a really bad time on this test. I can just feel it. Can I
sit next to you?”
I felt sorry for
her. She was not prepared, and she knew it.
“Sure, you can
sit where you like, but it’s not as if I could help you on the test anyway.”
“I know, but we
could be really good friends and everything…” Her voice trailed off as she
opened her chemistry textbook for some last minute review.
A few minutes
later, the doors opened, and students began filing into the hall where the exam
was to take place. “Everyone put your backpacks up here,” one of the test
administrators announced. “And turn your cellphones OFF. If your cellphone goes
off during the test and we hear it, we will confiscate it, and it will be a
long time until you get it back, if you get it back at all.” He continued
stating the rules for the test. Only pencils, erasers, and approved calculators
were allowed – everything else had to be in your backpack, and on silent mode.
I put my
backpack with the stack of other backpacks, and found my seat. A girl in the
seat next to me was trying to calm down her friend in the row ahead. “Don’t
worry. Just take a deep breath and approach it calmly. You’ll do fine.” She
turned to me. “Are you prepared?”
“Me? Well, I’m
mostly prepared. I wouldn’t mind being a little more comfortable on a few
things though. I’ve been reviewing the polyatomic ions every day for the last
week, but there are still a few that I tend to forget the charges on.”
The girl’s eyes
opened wide. “You’ve been memorizing them for the last week? That’s amazing.
You’ve got it down, I can tell.” She turned to her friend in the row ahead.
“See, he’s prepared and confident. You’ll do fine since you prepared for it
too.”
“Oh, I’m not
that confident. I prepared the best I could, so now I’m just praying that I’ll
remember the important stuff,” I returned.
“Oh, come on.
You’re worried now, but I’m sure you’ll get an A. With that approach, who
wouldn’t?”
“Well, I guess
we’ll see.” I noticed that she seemed quite confident of my ability to get a
good grade. “You’re prepared too, I take it?”
“Oh, for the
most part, I guess.”
Our conversation
ended abruptly as the test administrator announced that calculator covers were
not allowed, and they needed to be stored in a backpack during the test. My new
friend and I both got up and walked to our backpacks. Incidentally, our
backpacks were right next to each other. “I guess that means we’re both going
to do well,” she laughed.
“One last
warning. Your cellphones MUST be off and in your backpack or stored somewhere
else. If we catch you looking at your cellphone, you will be disqualified.”
After a few
brief instructions on how to fill out the information on our answer sheets, the
exam began. The exam had twenty questions, all multiple choice. The first few
questions were fairly easy, but they quickly became more difficult. But I knew
the material well, and I didn’t find myself “stuck” on any problems. I finished
the test in 40 minutes. There were 50 more minutes left before time would be
called. I decided that since I wanted the best grade possible, I would go over
every single problem and redo the calculations, in case I could discover any
errors. I was glad I did, because I did find a mistake in one of my
calculations.
Finally, I was
finished checking my answers. I turned in my answer sheet to my chemistry
instructor, and collected my belongings. I noticed that most of the students
had left already, but the girl I had sat next to was still working on her test.
I waved goodbye as I walked past her on my way out, but she was studiously bent
over her paper, and didn’t notice.
The next
morning, I joined several other students who were early for our English class. “How
did you do on the test last night?” one of my friends asked me.
“Oh, I think I
did pretty well. I checked all my answers, and I was pretty sure about all my
answers.”
“What score did
you get?”
“I don’t know
yet.”
The exam key was
now available on the school website. The night before, I had the forethought to
make a note of the answers I had chosen, since we were allowed to keep our test
booklets. So I was able to check my own work, and see what my grade would be. I
opened my laptop and pulled up the exam key. I went through and checked my
answers. “Hmm, that’s too bad. I calculated the wrong amount of nitrogen,” I sighed.
“And it was supposed to be chloric acid, not chlorous acid.”
“Oh, but you
still got a good score,” another friend said. “My roommate took that test last
night too, and got 60%.”
“Really? What
happened? She missed 8 questions?”
“Yeah. She
didn’t study much ahead of time.”
“I see. Well, at
least she’ll have the opportunity to retake it in a month.” Our chemistry
professor gave us the option to take each exam twice, in case we didn’t do as
well the first time. The higher score would be the one that counted for our
grades. At least there would be a second chance.
Reflecting on it later, I thought
about that second chance. I wonder how many students neglected getting ready,
because they were counting on that second chance. Last minute cramming is no
substitute for thorough study. Not every test has a second chance.
And I wonder how many people will
face their final test unprepared,
because they neglected the preparation of the heart…
I’m not talking about a grade in a
college chemistry course. I’m talking about the judgment. And the results of
this test determine your eternal
destiny.
Maybe people think they will have
another chance.
Or that they have time to parley
with the world.
Maybe they don’t understand the
depth of preparation required.
Maybe they don’t understand that
the only way to success is the
complete surrender of their life to God.
Or maybe they don’t realize the
grave consequences of holding on to self.
Don’t let it be you.