Title? We Don't Need No Stinking Title!
Finals week is drawing to an end, and with it one of the most disappointing quarters in my quest to get ed-u-ma-ca-ted. My vaunted GPA will no long be a magical, awe-inspiring, envy-inducing 4.0. I took my final in Descriptive Statistics on Tuesday, and I know my grade for the course will be a B. I got an 87, which is close to an A, but not close enough, eh?
Do you think I'm devastated? Do you think I'm so distraught that I am considering crimson handcuffs? Am I so vain that my esteem is tied to something as meaningless as a GPA? Of course not. I'm done with the thing and I'm not looking back. I doubt I will ever use the meat of that course in any future endeavors. Truth be told, I didn't deserve an A. I would have been disappointed with my University had they granted a slacker like me an A so flippantly. I really wasn't feeling the class, and on top of my myriad health issues this quarter, I just couldn't get up for such a tedious subject. I've have monster headaches for about three weeks now, because a filling I got came out, and the nerve got infected. Of course I was reluctant to go see the dentist, making matters worse, I'm sure. You know most Black people don't go until its damn near too late. By the time I went I was in bad shape, my headaches were severe, my temper was short, and my already inconsistent study habits went straight out the window. This indeed was the worst performance of my life, academically, and I still managed all A's and one B. If I had taken Statistics online, I probably would have nailed the A, but I choose to take it at the campus and actually be around other students, not knowing what challenges lay in wait for me, starting around Week 6. I had a root canal done earlier today, and as the anasthesia has worn off, the pain was worn on. I am dying. I have another final that I had to do tonight, so I need to forego my pain medication for the sake of staying conscious and lucid.
Anyway, in other news, everything is good. Of course, it isn't, but when I look at other people's situation, I wisely learn to keep my mouth shut and be glad for the skin I'm in. I'm past using the writing process to complain about my lot in life, my disobedient kids, my this, my that. If it doesn't kill you, it will make you stronger. So let's keep getting stronger, old man. I'm going to stop blogging and take this PL/SQL final and lock down this grade. Then I will medicate myself out of existence... at least for the night.
Do you think I'm devastated? Do you think I'm so distraught that I am considering crimson handcuffs? Am I so vain that my esteem is tied to something as meaningless as a GPA? Of course not. I'm done with the thing and I'm not looking back. I doubt I will ever use the meat of that course in any future endeavors. Truth be told, I didn't deserve an A. I would have been disappointed with my University had they granted a slacker like me an A so flippantly. I really wasn't feeling the class, and on top of my myriad health issues this quarter, I just couldn't get up for such a tedious subject. I've have monster headaches for about three weeks now, because a filling I got came out, and the nerve got infected. Of course I was reluctant to go see the dentist, making matters worse, I'm sure. You know most Black people don't go until its damn near too late. By the time I went I was in bad shape, my headaches were severe, my temper was short, and my already inconsistent study habits went straight out the window. This indeed was the worst performance of my life, academically, and I still managed all A's and one B. If I had taken Statistics online, I probably would have nailed the A, but I choose to take it at the campus and actually be around other students, not knowing what challenges lay in wait for me, starting around Week 6. I had a root canal done earlier today, and as the anasthesia has worn off, the pain was worn on. I am dying. I have another final that I had to do tonight, so I need to forego my pain medication for the sake of staying conscious and lucid.
Anyway, in other news, everything is good. Of course, it isn't, but when I look at other people's situation, I wisely learn to keep my mouth shut and be glad for the skin I'm in. I'm past using the writing process to complain about my lot in life, my disobedient kids, my this, my that. If it doesn't kill you, it will make you stronger. So let's keep getting stronger, old man. I'm going to stop blogging and take this PL/SQL final and lock down this grade. Then I will medicate myself out of existence... at least for the night.
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