I Eat Physics for Breakfast
Just got my grades. This is singificant for two reasons: 1) because I actually struggled in some of my classes, and was thus uncertain of the grade I got. Especially physics. I mean, I actually had to "study," or whatever, for that one. Not that I was bad at physics, it was just a sharp class. And 2) because I feel like telling people about it. And because I couldn't think up a better reason 2.
Final verdict-B's across the board (except gym, but that's not a real class anyways.) I knew that's what I was getting in American lit, because the final was rediculously easy. Seriously, the fact that I hadn't read one of the books, and the fact that I only skimmed the book that 2/3rds of the final was based off of didn't even hurt me. Math was lower than it should of been, but that's just because I had that final on the same day as my physics final, and I studied more for the physics. Ah well. Physics was actually higher than I expected, but then I'm still not used to the college thing where a fifty percent is a decent test score. Even so, I know for certain that I did very badly on the homework. Overall, worse than I'm used to, but then I'm used to not having to study, so I'm happy with it.
...and so it was that he did brandish his sword and cry out to the craven scoundrel, but for naught. "Oh, woe be upon me, and all my house" he did cry, though the sun did start its ascent above the horizon, and all was once again at right. He did sweep the ashes and journey home, meeting a one eyed mummer and a lame harpist with no hands, and the three did journey together and see many fantastical things, both beautiful and mysterious. However, his heart did lie ever in the west, and it was there his travels eventually did take him. There he was greeted with the roar of trumpets and the cheers of the people, but alack, he felt no merriment that day.
Final verdict-B's across the board (except gym, but that's not a real class anyways.) I knew that's what I was getting in American lit, because the final was rediculously easy. Seriously, the fact that I hadn't read one of the books, and the fact that I only skimmed the book that 2/3rds of the final was based off of didn't even hurt me. Math was lower than it should of been, but that's just because I had that final on the same day as my physics final, and I studied more for the physics. Ah well. Physics was actually higher than I expected, but then I'm still not used to the college thing where a fifty percent is a decent test score. Even so, I know for certain that I did very badly on the homework. Overall, worse than I'm used to, but then I'm used to not having to study, so I'm happy with it.
...and so it was that he did brandish his sword and cry out to the craven scoundrel, but for naught. "Oh, woe be upon me, and all my house" he did cry, though the sun did start its ascent above the horizon, and all was once again at right. He did sweep the ashes and journey home, meeting a one eyed mummer and a lame harpist with no hands, and the three did journey together and see many fantastical things, both beautiful and mysterious. However, his heart did lie ever in the west, and it was there his travels eventually did take him. There he was greeted with the roar of trumpets and the cheers of the people, but alack, he felt no merriment that day.