…a current CFA charterholder shared with Business Insider a story from when he was taking his Level 2 exam that involved a forgotten calculator, which he says presented every test taker in the room with an “ethical quandary”—
The CFA Institute allows you to bring two calculators in case one calculator’s battery dies. In the section I was in, one guy forgot his calculator.
He was sweating, his face turned purple and it looked like he was about to cry.
And everyone else in the room was pretending they couldn’t hear what was going on, even though they knew exactly how the guy felt. But at the same time, nobody wanted to risk losing another year on their CFA progress. Nobody wanted to give the guy their second calculator because everyone’s thinking "If my calculator dies and I fail, then I have to wait a year to take the test again."
Apparently, minutes before the test was set to begin, someone lent the guy their extra calculator.
I actually did this in level one… stupid fobby girl thought she could use some wack azz Casio calculator or something and got it impounded, so I hooked her up w/ my spare.
(no she wasn’t even cute)
(yes, Im taking into account the fact that most the guys here prefer fobby chicks because they think white girls are the devil)
I did this once…unfortunately, i couldn’t get the calculator at the right decimal places (there was none). Fortunately, i was able to get through it. It was for the FRM exam.
I’m one of those dorks who always brought 2 calculators and an extra set of batteries (my 12c’s are so old they take 3 batteries), so I would have had no problem lending the spare.
I always got a new battery a couple days before the exam. But, if I would have had an extra, sure I’d lend it out.
Bringing two calculators isn’t that bad…It was always the asian guys that brought a bushel of pencils to the exam that made me laugh. Seriously, how do you think you’re going to possibly need three dozen pencils?
Someone find and bump the thread about the guy with the sausage in his ziplock bag full of calculators and pencils – one of the best AF threads ever after the sink and the terminator threads.
I have a morning ritual that I go through before every big exam. I call it “The Terminator”. First, I crouch down in the shower in the classic “naked terminator traveling through time” pose. With my eyes closed I crouch there for a minute, visualizing either Arnold or the guy from the second movie (not the chick in the third one because that one sucked) and I start to hum the terminator theme. Then I slowly rise to a standing position and open my eyes. It helps me to proceed to the exam as an emotionless, cyborg badass. The only problem is if the shower curtain sticks to my terminator leg. It ruins the fantasy.
Author: ccooper55 Date: Thursday, August 12 @ 1:49 pm
This year, level III, NYC
I am waiting for the bathroom in this massive line about 10 minutes before the start of the exam. There is this guy panicked out of his mind in line ahead of me who I noticed for the previous half hour had been rocking back and forth in the corner of the lobby murmering his notes back to himself from memory…a real whackjob.
Anyway, As I am standing in line with this guy in front of me he starts to sweat profusely and I can litterally hear this guys stomach rumbling…this is where he really freaks out. He starts pounding on the stall doors ( there were only 2) and, of course, no one is coming out so this ass clown drops his pants, hops up on the sink, and blows SH**T all over the sink! The most disgusting thing was the backspray all over this guy! He was COVERED in his own Sh**t. I am laughing my ass off but this guy didnt miss a beat, he rinses off his pants, throws his shirt in the trash and walks into the test wearing only his windbreaker and wet pants.
I could hardly stop laughing to myself a full half hour into the test…I knew then I was going to be alright because at least I didn’t just blow ass chunks all over the bathroom…priceless.
Author: hughj Date: Thursday, August 12 @ 2:29 pm
NYC this summer, I’ squirting lemon in my iced tea (for a little caffeine pick me up) right before I walk in to the exam center. Some of it squirts the wrong way, gets me in right in the eyes and I literally, can’t see a thing. I ask someone to help me get to the bathroom so I can rinse my eyes. I feel around for the sink, run the water and immerse my face in the sink, and to my horror, it’s full of sh**! I scramble to find a paper towel and the bin’s empty! At this point I go rummaging through the garbage in sheer hysterics to find anything to wipe my face, and to my relief I find a discarded shirt. I wipe my face as quickly as possible w/ the shirt, only to find I’m caking on more sh**, and now I can’t see again. I was totally confused until Cooper’s post put the pieces together for me. BTW I think I did ok in the morning session, afternoon was a little tough.