The Amazing Remedial Powers of Office Hours

Attending my professors' office hours is apparently essential to my success as a student. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way: a C and quite a few B's have opened my eyes. Now, I know B's aren't bad, but I'm an overachiever. I want those A's. And it's so frustrating that I take the tests and I'm "positive" that I knew the answers to almost every question - only one or two questions make me hesitate. Yet I get my grades back and - what do you know? - I got an 86 or a 79 or a 88. Obviously, I got more than one or two questions wrong. So what do I do? I up the studying. More time, more focus, more everything. Still, a B on the test. Now, I'm at an impasse. I think there is absolutely nothing left for me to do. There is no way I can get above a B.
And then the clouds parted, and the light shined gloriously upon me: I had yet to attend office hours of my professors.
Not really, but you get my drift.
I went to my economics professor's office hours today, and I asked about everything that I didn't completely understand. Now, I am so much more confident about taking my test next week.
Of course, I guess I won't really know if the office hours helped or not until I get my test grade back.
In related news, I have four midterms next week. Count 'em: FOUR. Economics? Check. Italian? Check. Psychology? Check. And Genetics? Check.
Denise's Social Life for the Next 10 Days = Non-existent.