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My grades are in! I was completely expecting to be discouraged, since this quarter sucked so badly. But I somehow pulled a B+ in Poetry (thank goodness for that. I don't want to have to take another poetry class to bring my GPA up in that requirement). I was a little disappointed that I only managed a B+ in Photo, but considering the amount of dust that camped out on my negatives for the final (and would not go away!), it seems fair. Until I think about how it isn't my fault the darkroom was dusty and evil, but... I'm trying not to think about that.
The big shock, though, is that I somehow pulled off an A- in Intro to Fiction. That... was rather shocking. Sometimes I pull a grade up a little on the final paper, because I'm psycho about them, but... omg. I didn't get higher than a B on either of the first papers. In fact, I got a B- on the first and a B on the second. And I never participated in discussion (though I did communicate with the TA, which I suppose gets me some pity points). But hmm. Either there was a massive curve, or my final paper was a lot better than I thought it was.
I was expecting Cs or B-s this quarter. But now it looks like I'm morally obligated to continue my quest for honors, because I somehow didn't completely sabotage myself this quarter. That means I need to get writing...
And thus the cycle begins again. Why can't I write anything?! Why?
I did get out of the house today, though! Even if it was just a grocery store run, it was still nice to be outside. And my mom and I are running to the fabric store tomorrow so I can get fabric to patch my jeans with. That ought to be interesting. I should, perhaps, learn not to stick my toes through the holes that are already in my jeans every time I put them on, because it only makes them into freakishly huge holes. Which are freaking cold in the bitter winterly Chicago wind.
The big shock, though, is that I somehow pulled off an A- in Intro to Fiction. That... was rather shocking. Sometimes I pull a grade up a little on the final paper, because I'm psycho about them, but... omg. I didn't get higher than a B on either of the first papers. In fact, I got a B- on the first and a B on the second. And I never participated in discussion (though I did communicate with the TA, which I suppose gets me some pity points). But hmm. Either there was a massive curve, or my final paper was a lot better than I thought it was.
I was expecting Cs or B-s this quarter. But now it looks like I'm morally obligated to continue my quest for honors, because I somehow didn't completely sabotage myself this quarter. That means I need to get writing...
And thus the cycle begins again. Why can't I write anything?! Why?
I did get out of the house today, though! Even if it was just a grocery store run, it was still nice to be outside. And my mom and I are running to the fabric store tomorrow so I can get fabric to patch my jeans with. That ought to be interesting. I should, perhaps, learn not to stick my toes through the holes that are already in my jeans every time I put them on, because it only makes them into freakishly huge holes. Which are freaking cold in the bitter winterly Chicago wind.
