You know that feeling you get when you anticipate getting your midterm graded and handed back to you? Yeah, that's the feeling I have had running through my body for the last two weeks. As I sat in that empty classroom, I slowly realized that several students were coming in as the clock struck 4:20. Professor Chang was running late... all of which only made me feel more and more anxious. It wasn't enough that we had our Literature Review papers due the same day though, I also had to feel anxious about a grade.
A grade... its just a grade... right? Based on education today, in the standards of America, you, as a student, are forever branded by a single letter that represents the very essence of your ability. So, this "grade" that I was waiting for, was really a label that would either propel me to more success, or would hinder me from reaching my goals.
With these notions running through my head, Professor Chang handed our papers back. I dreaded looking at the score, but knew that I had to in order to feel at ease. I slowly opened the paper, and found that I had received a perfect score!!! YIPPEE!!!! I was so excited! I knew that I had worked hard on that midterm, but I was glad that she saw that as well. I was able to integrate the knowledge I knew with the knowledge learned from the two textbooks in the class. Needless to say, it was a good night, and I was able to feel like an anchor was lifted off of my shoulders.
Now... I await Finals Week...with this on my iPod...
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