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Mar 28, 2008 22:35

I sat down in the lecture hall. One of two hundred. I open the test booklet.
#1 - Oooh... that's a toughie... I think its B
#2 - Wait... what? Uhh... I'll come back to that.
#3 - Huh, another stumper.
#4 - Maybe I'll skip this page.
I get to number 24. Out of 25. I had answered five of the questions. I didn't even understand the others.
I begin to panic. Then I start to wheeze. Fifteen minutes pass of staring helplessly at this test.
I go up to the front, hand it to the professor and say "I'm sorry, I can't complete this exam." He asks why, and I motion for him to follow me outside.
I start sobbing. I lie. I weave a story about how my mind is elsewhere and I couldn't study for this test.
He wishes I'd said something before the test, but I can take it next week.
I've never done something so low and out of character.

I've been toying back and forth all day about whether to withdraw. I sat down and looked at the book. I get it. Its not that I don't have the mental capacity to understand Chemistry. It's my professor. He hasn't taught a single class all semester. 4 out of 9 recitation classes he's been a no-show. He doesn't even have office hours.
So I should file a grievance. I should have six weeks ago. But now I can't because I'd probably get caught in my lie about the test.

I don't need Chemistry. Its not a requirement for another, its not a pre-req for anything I need... I just thought it'd be a good idea to round out my science education.
The withdrawal deadline is Monday. Not cool. I have a B- right now. I could suffer through the rest of the class, hope for a good curve and end up with a B or maybe a C. Or maybe I'd fail. I'm not sure I want to take the chance.
I'd have to explain two big, fat "W"s on my transcript (one for each lecture and lab - lame) among all the A's and B+'s.

Its a matter of pride. I quit a lot of things. A lot. But sometimes its better to cut out things that aren't working for you and focus on things that do. I backed out of a solo at my chorus concert senior year, and while I was embarrassed, I don't regret it because it would have been more embarrassing if I'd done it. I agonized over quitting Banana Republic last summer. Even Paul told me not to do it, but I quit anyway and beat myself up over it for 24 hours until Naked Chocolate Cafe called and hired me. It was one of the best decisions I've made.
I like Chemistry - I hate Dr. Thomas. I'm not learning anything.

I need to put my pride aside, as well as the knowledge that everyone I admire (my mom, my sister, and Paul) would all fight it out. This decision is mine.

...but how lame is it to withdraw from a class while I still have a B and there's the possibility of a curve? But I feel like I've already started the forward motion off the cliff and it would just take too much to pull back. Its downhill from here, so I might as well quit while I'm ahead.

I can spend the next three years justifying this to anyone that asks, right? After that no one will care anymore.

I've talked my mom into it.  I've talked Paul into it. I just need to talk myself into it. I have two days to decide. Comments?
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