Screaming Bean |
Friday, June 27, 2003
It's hard to be optimistic at a time like this, but this has become my mantra: "At least I'm going back..." I tell myself this numerous times a day. Yes, my grades came in. The envelope in my mailbox induced tremors in my hands, and also made it very hard to unlock the front door. I gave a passing thought to just sitting on the front steps and opening it, except it was terribly hot out and I didn't want my neighbors to see me cry. The magic 8-ball was correct, I did pass all my classes, and I am going back. Am I disappointed? Most definitely. Did I cry? Yes, and still having moments where I do. Could I have done more? I don't know how. I'm currently seeking guidance from the powers that be but it seems that many of my professors will not be available for meetings until the semester begins. I do give major props to my study posse. I believe that without our diligent efforts at the end of the semester I would not be saying I'm still a member of the class of 2005. Thirty of my fellow classmates won't. This is on top of the 30 people washed out at the end of the first semester. I'm not sure the write-on (which in our school begins in approximately 2 weeks) is even a possibility for me. It wasn't made clear to what level the grades figure in to this competition, and it might not be in my best interest to invest the time necessary. That being said, it seems with my mediocrity this write-on may be my only shot at success. To sum up: I'm sad. I will be for some time. But I'm going back, and I think it's time to finally put the school sticker on my car.
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