The entire month of March was spent studying. I get home, I study until I fall asleep. I go to work, I study when there is down time. The cycle repeats when I get home. I made flash cards. I made flash cards for my phone. I recorded mini “lessons” with my phone’s voice recording application and listened to them on public transit.
I’ve studied a lot.
My exam is on 4/10. A few people who have already taken it have said I may have over prepared. I’ve had a few tell me “I didn’t even study!”. While I find that hard to believe, they passed and I can’t prove them otherwise.
The past several years have been filled with uncertainty. I up and moved from my 25 year stay in Indiana, where I grew up, to live on the West Coast. I absolutely love it here. I love the people I’ve come to know. I, for the first time in my adult life, love my career of choice.
For me, there is no such thing as being over prepared. Passing this exam means a stable career. A stable income. Finally, a stable life. I don’t have to think about finding another place to work if I pass. I can settle down, maybe think about rooting myself in and immersing myself in the culture around Portland.
I love this city and it’s people. I don’t want to jeopardize that.