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My secret:
November 4, 2006
I get excited every Sunday when the new PostSecrets are added. Today, I was sparked by this secret.
I struggle often with the concept of grading. Half of me wants to graduate on the Dean’s List, to be that girl in the front row who I know is in class even though I’m not, to spend 30 hours the week before class editing a paper instead of 3 hours before the class writing it. I’m one of those bitter assholes that often talks about how stupid it is that I have to take Elementary Geometry as an English major.
I spent early high school obsessed with grades. With every C, I came home crying, hoping not to disappoint my parents. Now when I miss my mother, I drive home in the morning and announce that I have skipped all four of that day’s classes and will probably fail my Medieval and Ancient World History test later that week. It’s college, I’m older now, and even if she did care, we’re both so happy I’m home that it doesn’t matter.
So even though I may have skipped Friday’s classes to drive to Pittsburgh with two of my roommates for no other reason than to drive to Pittsburgh, and even though I’ll freak myself out Monday morning when I realize that my grades will be slightly lower and my GPA will go down just a bit and oh my God, I could have avoided this all if I just got off my ass and went to class, the low B I get in Intercultural Communications will not dictate the rest of my life.
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