Is this some kind of joke? Because it's kind of funny, but also not. But kind of...
Ok, so of my classes in spring quarter, essentially the only one I liked was criminal law. It was well-presented, well-organized, interesting... I thought the assignments were fair. I thought the test was fair. And I thought - altogether - I was doing pretty damn well in that class. I figured it would be the one to pull my dismal post-"I give up" spring GPA. While everyone was panciking over conlaw, I was focusing on this on the theory that it would be a better investment for my GPA than fruitlessly attempting to fix what seemed like a dismal pit of despair. So a week ago, when I got a B+, I was a bit... dissapointed and started to worry about the other classes I'd actually been struggling with. Hence the next couple of weeks of checking and rechecking the UW site, heart aflutter, because dear god repeating conlaw would kill me.
Today, my other grades came in: all A's.
1. Conlaw: which I distinctly *gave up on*- didn't participate in the discussions, did at best a mediocre effort on the quizzes, stubbornly refused to do the extra credit that everyone else was panicking over, didn't ever do a particularly thorough job on the readings, constantly felt confused and contemptuous about, and certainly didn't feel very good about after the four hour test from hell aside from the feeling of a weight being lifted off my chest on the mild assurance that whatever else, I "passed." A. I'm not even sure, looking at his grading numbers, this should even be possible.
2. Comparative and International Law: the only class I have ever skipped - two or three times at that - in ls. My version of "doing the readings" was to skim the book before class, which I gave up on doing by the last couple of weeks, and this was the only class in lawschool history I ever allowed myself to spend surfing the net. The class I finally realized had real potential to be interesting about 15 hours into my 24 hour final takehome when I started reading about Sharia and thought "hey wait, did we actually talk about how fascinating this is in class?" And then promptly had to pull something together and print it out without any kind of definite ending or proofreading, because I was hellbent on honoring the time limit for the plain reason of refusing to spend any more time than absolutely necessary on what I figured was another dead-end grade. A
3. Advanced Legal Writing: Ok, I'm not totally surprised about this class because at least I killed myself in it. But it was the intensive one-quarter-in-three-weeks class that occured just at the fore of my law school mini-breakdown. You know, the class where after my boyfriend dumped me and I totalled my car in the four car pile up on I-5 and realized I hadn't slept or eaten in a week, I had to shake off the nervous crying, rush home to stay up all night and most of the next day to get the assignment done, because the average homework load was about 16-20 hours a weekend? The one that ostensibly sent me packing to the counselor's office where I was encouraged to accept that sometimes "my best" should be susbstituted for "good enough" and taking care of myself. A
I swear the registrar is making these grades up just to see if I crack. But I'm at work. You can't make me!
Today, my other grades came in: all A's.
1. Conlaw: which I distinctly *gave up on*- didn't participate in the discussions, did at best a mediocre effort on the quizzes, stubbornly refused to do the extra credit that everyone else was panicking over, didn't ever do a particularly thorough job on the readings, constantly felt confused and contemptuous about, and certainly didn't feel very good about after the four hour test from hell aside from the feeling of a weight being lifted off my chest on the mild assurance that whatever else, I "passed." A. I'm not even sure, looking at his grading numbers, this should even be possible.
2. Comparative and International Law: the only class I have ever skipped - two or three times at that - in ls. My version of "doing the readings" was to skim the book before class, which I gave up on doing by the last couple of weeks, and this was the only class in lawschool history I ever allowed myself to spend surfing the net. The class I finally realized had real potential to be interesting about 15 hours into my 24 hour final takehome when I started reading about Sharia and thought "hey wait, did we actually talk about how fascinating this is in class?" And then promptly had to pull something together and print it out without any kind of definite ending or proofreading, because I was hellbent on honoring the time limit for the plain reason of refusing to spend any more time than absolutely necessary on what I figured was another dead-end grade. A
3. Advanced Legal Writing: Ok, I'm not totally surprised about this class because at least I killed myself in it. But it was the intensive one-quarter-in-three-weeks class that occured just at the fore of my law school mini-breakdown. You know, the class where after my boyfriend dumped me and I totalled my car in the four car pile up on I-5 and realized I hadn't slept or eaten in a week, I had to shake off the nervous crying, rush home to stay up all night and most of the next day to get the assignment done, because the average homework load was about 16-20 hours a weekend? The one that ostensibly sent me packing to the counselor's office where I was encouraged to accept that sometimes "my best" should be susbstituted for "good enough" and taking care of myself. A
I swear the registrar is making these grades up just to see if I crack. But I'm at work. You can't make me!