I'm keeping this short because I need to work this morning, but the gist is basically this:
My spring grades came in late last night, during a difficult night under the covers. I can hardly believe my eyes: the worst grade in there is a C+, and I thought I was absolutely dead in at least one course. The rest hit for A, B+, and B.
This actually bugs me a bit; I don't feel I deserve results like that because if you've been following me for a while, you know that the last four months have been loaded to the teeth with breakdowns and missed targets and a lot of other bad stuff. I really get the feeling that at least of my professors didn't stick to her grading policies...
...I guess I'll elaborate later. Need to hop for now. Will return tonight.
My spring grades came in late last night, during a difficult night under the covers. I can hardly believe my eyes: the worst grade in there is a C+, and I thought I was absolutely dead in at least one course. The rest hit for A, B+, and B.
This actually bugs me a bit; I don't feel I deserve results like that because if you've been following me for a while, you know that the last four months have been loaded to the teeth with breakdowns and missed targets and a lot of other bad stuff. I really get the feeling that at least of my professors didn't stick to her grading policies...
...I guess I'll elaborate later. Need to hop for now. Will return tonight.
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Well in my small little opinion, you deserve all those grades! Just because you feel like you did bad doesn\'t mean that your work actually reflected that. Lots of times we feel like we did horribly on something, but in my experience, it\'s often depression and other issues lying to us, making us feel bad. I think you should be celebrating!!!!!!
Summer, hopefully this comes off midly: Read the other part now that it\'s up, and you\'ll see why there is no celebration, only more counting of lucky stars. At this point I\'m on pace to set an unofficial world record for most lucky saves in one lifetime before I hit the age of 40. :(