Exam@FinanceManagement

Tomorrow is my Finance Management Exam. In the afternoon I began to study but couldn't study much.

I come from Journalism side and Finance has nothing to do with it. Initially, I thought I could do it but its harder than I thought.

Actually I always had bren terrified of Accounting and related subjects. But when I took this class I got to know its not really that tough. The thing is I have never taken a single Accounting class in my life and here I am directly studying Financial Management.

In the classroom I understand everything but when I sit down things on my own I am completely blank.

I don't even have my business friends here who could explain stuff and help me out. There are days when I am so frustrated that I am on the verge of crying. I do feel like giving up. One day I was frustrated I had almost made my mind to ask the professor and if possible to drop the subject.

But then I just don't want to give up. Its really hard but I really want to survive it. I can be the worst but I just don't like giving up.

Its like an emotional roller coaster ride for me. I really try to motivate myself and stay positive. But as soon as I began to read the book or solve problems on my own I don't kniw what happens, it really looks like rocket science to me.

Tomorrow I have my exam and yes I know when I am stressed or scared I just cannt do it so I simply want to relax but I just don't know how. I am just gonna write down all the formulas memorise them and then simply going to bed and plan to sleep well. Lets see what happens.

Its simple the more you talk about your problems the bigger it will seem. The more you smile, the happier you feel.

P.S.
Today it just didn't feel like a blog post. The way I wrote it simply felt like I am texting my friend and just getting all my frustration out.

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