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So um... I kind of messed up my line memorization. But it was okay, I got most of it. Nervousness and all that.
And complete, utter shock.
Allow me to explain. You see, I was way early, because I do that when I'm nervous about things. So I show up, and the prof is there (the only day she's sat in on discussion sections) with donuts. Yay! She's very friendly, and asks me to remind her of my name, usual stuff. Then "Oh? You! Your paper was wonderful." I stare, dumbstruck, for a few seconds. "Oh, um... wow, thanks. That makes me feel much better, I'm always nervous about my papers." And she hands it back to me. Smiling. I read it. And I... I got an A on a paper here.
I have never gotten an A on a paper here.
Never.
In three years.
I... continue to be at a loss for words. (She also said she was glad I was an English major. It makes me feel like such a dork, being happy about that.) I should be celebrating or something. But now I sort of think I've set the bar too high. Can I pull off two A papers in one quarter? In the same class? Or will I DIE? (At least it's the Shakespeare class. Shakespeare is fun. And I don't usually have to force myself to get through the reading.)
And now I need to get to work on Scav Hunt stuff. (Hour after hour after hour work is never over...) I think, once this A thing sinks in, I will be hopelessly giddy today.
Oh, and to make this entirely random, as I was skimming my friendslist (and the continued Chapter 59 Controversy), a very odd (and mostly baseless) thought occurred to me. ( One with no spoilers, but which I'll cut anyway. )
And complete, utter shock.
Allow me to explain. You see, I was way early, because I do that when I'm nervous about things. So I show up, and the prof is there (the only day she's sat in on discussion sections) with donuts. Yay! She's very friendly, and asks me to remind her of my name, usual stuff. Then "Oh? You! Your paper was wonderful." I stare, dumbstruck, for a few seconds. "Oh, um... wow, thanks. That makes me feel much better, I'm always nervous about my papers." And she hands it back to me. Smiling. I read it. And I... I got an A on a paper here.
I have never gotten an A on a paper here.
Never.
In three years.
I... continue to be at a loss for words. (She also said she was glad I was an English major. It makes me feel like such a dork, being happy about that.) I should be celebrating or something. But now I sort of think I've set the bar too high. Can I pull off two A papers in one quarter? In the same class? Or will I DIE? (At least it's the Shakespeare class. Shakespeare is fun. And I don't usually have to force myself to get through the reading.)
And now I need to get to work on Scav Hunt stuff. (Hour after hour after hour work is never over...) I think, once this A thing sinks in, I will be hopelessly giddy today.
Oh, and to make this entirely random, as I was skimming my friendslist (and the continued Chapter 59 Controversy), a very odd (and mostly baseless) thought occurred to me. ( One with no spoilers, but which I'll cut anyway. )
