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My recent past is dotted with strange, complex conditions which have lead to my needing to go to the doctoral school macroeconomics exam more than once. Whether it was due to acts of God, strong emotional trauma, chains of workforce incompetence or decisions to crash production on critical projects that could not be postponed, every time it meant I did not stand a chance to pass.
I had previously tried to pass the exam through a few of the classic methods like "ignoring it in hopes it would go away" or "relying on nothing but luck". This time around I decided to do things differently.
I got help from an exam passing specialist.
I studied.
Then, on the day before the exam, fed up with everything I had to put up with (study), I decided to give up on the rest of my exam preparation habits as well.
In the evening I went to the Gogol Bordello concert in Herastrau Park. There I listened to this song and had my revelation.
I now knew exactly what I had to do.
By the end of the day I had ingested about 2l of Cola and 0.5l of Red Bull. Around midnight I had a bite to eat at McD's (after a long chain of KFC, Burger King and other similar stuff all week). I then went on to stay up for the rest of the night and look at a couple more macro models.
Around 6 am I took a shower and put on a purple shirt, jeans and heelys instead of the usual suit and tie.
It all worked out perfectly!
Some of you might have missed the subtleties of my exam passing methods and will be asking yourselves "what exactly worked". In this case there's probably no point reading the post again as I believe the lesson to be drawn from this comes less from my words and more from within.
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