On Fin 103 and stress balls
In just a few hours, around 11:30am tomorrow, it will officially be Christmas break for me. Yay! And my last class, Th 131 under Fr. Dacanay. Ironically, it was my first class for the 2nd semester as well. Weird huh? I think so too. Anyhow, I'm just writing this blog to pass time (while studying for my Th 131 quiz tomorrow) and rant about my recently concluded Fin 103 long exam.
So Fin 103 long exam just ended. And how was it?? AWFUL. Incomplete data given. How are we supposed to compute for financial ratios involving an income statement and a balance sheet if ONLY the balance sheet was there?! NO INCOME STATEMENT AT ALL!!!! Really weird. I felt silly staring in space, waiting for intelligence to dawn on me. But no. I didn't get that. Nothing came out of nothing. So what did I do? I assumed a value for Sales instead. Haha And wrote the formulas to each ratio I couldn't answer (*hint hint* partial points please). Not only that. There was this objective part where we were supposed to give 5 out of 10 axioms about the fundamentals of financial management. Heck I wasn't able to memorize them. I just read them, thinking they weren't so important. And I realized I was wrong. I'm so admittedly wrong. Yet out of the 5 we were asked to supply, I think I got one. "Cash - not profits - is king" :p Not bad, 1 out of 5 which I was able to memorize with all of my heart because I personally thought it sounded cute and clever. Haha So as expected, after Fin 103 exam, the smocket was literally packed with people. Gaah. All so stressed and frustrated. I decided to join them.
Since both Bri and I were so frustrated with our respective Finance exams (I was under Fin 103, he was taking Fin 102), we decided to walk to McDo. After I bought dinner, he walked me to the condo. At that moment, I realized I should NOT stress myself over silly exams. Very petty indeed. Important note to self: no matter how frustrated I get, having someone to be with is what made much more sense - no more troubling over silly exams nor stupid rantings. Cheesy but true. Maybe we all need our own human stress balls, people who are willing to deal with us despite our terrible moods and eventually make us feel better. And luckily, I got my own. Brian, my stress reliever :)
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