More apocalypse, less angst
so – i didn’t do as well as i thought on my counselling methods final – and ended up 1 point short of an A – lame – i am just not very good at memorizing things and i resent the fact that any 3rd year university class would rely on close-book tests to measure anything, especially in conceptual classes!– (now there is an example of external locus of control working through me at the moment)
but (time to reconsider) – i totaled all my other grades for the class and i am still in the A range – with everything coming down to how well i do on my final paper which i am still writing (yes, i’ve been writing it since christmas but i’ve really only spent about 5 hours in total on it).
way back in university – when i still had a significant working-class opposition to doing graduate work – i never used to care how well i did, since i wasn’t really aiming for anything beyond the undergrad. i pulled in grades that would get me into a fair-to-middling grad school (and had offers from profs at the time), but hey – i had a job, so what did i need further education for? now that i’m thinking of a master’s (and who knows if i’ll ever do it) i’ve become one of those grade-obsessed freaks i hated back then – you know, the ones who challeneged their tas and professors over every last mark? the ones who grade-grubbed in class? the goody-two-shoes of academia?
okay – i’m not quite that bad – but an 84 on a final just doesn’t seem fair.
I hear ya. I was exactly the same way. Who knew I’d ever be interested in graduate school? life is full of surprises. now i wish i had that 3.0