Testing Center Portal

This semester I'm taking an interesting class, teaching me the ins and outs of research within in the fields of Family and Social Sciences. Last month I had my first exam.

It was snowing as I drove to campus, and when I emerged from the testing center two hours later, I felt as though I'd passed through the wardrobe and entered the world of Narnia.

One of the things I'm enjoying most about this class so far is that the Professor allows you to retake the test. So long as it's within the 4 day period that the test is offered, and if you actually take another day to study in between attempts, then only your second score will be counted. I took the exam earlier in the week and realized there was some material that I was not familiar with. So after some more study, I retook the test and my score rose from a C to an A! I'm alright with that!

I'm amazed at how much I'm learning in a class that I initially thought would be rather dry and monotonous. Instead, it's opening doors to new possibilities -- undiscovered worlds! Myself and two fellow students will be conducting a research study soon, as a project for the class. If you are married and LDS, I will need your help in filling out an online survey. Stay tuned to find out how you can help me open the ~~wardrobe~~ door to new discoveries in the researching world!

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