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So, yesterday was depressing. Why? Because I went on Blackboard to check my grade on the first calc exam. And it was a 68. Sigh. And my brain goes through its usual I-got-a-bad-grade routine. Which ends in dispirited acceptance. Afterall, it's just the first test. It's not the end of the world if you bomb it. But I had thought I had actually done pretty well. Well, I guess this'll be like physics was last semester - thinking I understand the material, and then getting Cs (or in this case Ds) on the tests. Which will put so much more strain on this semester. What a way to start off.
But, today was uplifting. Why? Because I went to calc class. And I got the test back. With its big 26/38 = 68% written in big red letters on the front of the test. Then I flip through the test. And flip through it again. And again. It doesn't look like I got that much wrong. There was significantly less red pen marking up the test's three pages than I had expected. So I count up the points at the bottom of the pages. 17+12+7=...something more than 26. 10 points more, in fact. Yes, 17+12+7=36, not 26. Which means I got a 36/38. I'll let you do the math, but it's considerably better than a D+.
Which made me realize how grade-oriented I am. I hate that. But I suppose it's essentially a necessity at most schools. But seriously, a bad grade on the first test of the semester can make the difference between a wonderful semester and a thoroughly depressing one for me. So, now I have a huge weight lifted off my chest. Quite literally. My heart feels three times lighter and I can breathe again.
Also, yay for the Patriots. I was not in a celebratory mood last night for above reasons. But now I'm happy, so it's all good.
But, today was uplifting. Why? Because I went to calc class. And I got the test back. With its big 26/38 = 68% written in big red letters on the front of the test. Then I flip through the test. And flip through it again. And again. It doesn't look like I got that much wrong. There was significantly less red pen marking up the test's three pages than I had expected. So I count up the points at the bottom of the pages. 17+12+7=...something more than 26. 10 points more, in fact. Yes, 17+12+7=36, not 26. Which means I got a 36/38. I'll let you do the math, but it's considerably better than a D+.
Which made me realize how grade-oriented I am. I hate that. But I suppose it's essentially a necessity at most schools. But seriously, a bad grade on the first test of the semester can make the difference between a wonderful semester and a thoroughly depressing one for me. So, now I have a huge weight lifted off my chest. Quite literally. My heart feels three times lighter and I can breathe again.
Also, yay for the Patriots. I was not in a celebratory mood last night for above reasons. But now I'm happy, so it's all good.