Sometimes, it sucks to be right.
The prediction I made about MEMW, "C or C+," is true. My geography quiz came back, and I got a nineteen-and-a-half. Out of twenty-five, it's a seventy-eight, which is a C+. I'm on the high end of my prediction, yes, but still within the limits, proving that I am, in fact, a regular ol' mediocre student (despite what the professor thinks; at least she won't think it for long).
Sigh.
I thought I felt good about the quiz at the beginning of class this morning -- slight nerves -- especially since I wrote so much that my forearm started to cramp (though, looking back, I was probably just regurgitating information in the textbook with no original thoughts. (How can you have original thoughts about something that people have had MILLENIA to dissect?!)), but as class wore on, and more so after getting my quiz back, my spirits sank, falling back into the pit where they belong. I'm not good at history, dammit. Haven't I proven that enough already?! Stop torturing me before I lose it!
American history was even worse. And I've got a quiz on THAT on Monday. Ten multiple choice, and if I do REALLY badly, I might be able to drop it, but....
I sort of found my home, at least. In the *coughbasementcough* of the café, there's a large meeting room. Several students were gathered in one corner, playing cards or video games or chatting (loudly, which was slightly annoying. When *I* think you're loud, you've got a problem). Only one was a girl, and I made two, but there's still something missing, and I don't know what it is.
I don't mean to feel sorry for myself, but it seems as though I can't help it. I'm no good at school, I haven't found where I belong, even my job sucks, and I'm generally a stupid lump. Yay. :/
Shit, and I COMPLETELY forgot to go to the language department. :::headdesk:::
( Anyway, here's yet another survey. )
( And a page out of ryutsuki's Diary. )
Sigh.
I thought I felt good about the quiz at the beginning of class this morning -- slight nerves -- especially since I wrote so much that my forearm started to cramp (though, looking back, I was probably just regurgitating information in the textbook with no original thoughts. (How can you have original thoughts about something that people have had MILLENIA to dissect?!)), but as class wore on, and more so after getting my quiz back, my spirits sank, falling back into the pit where they belong. I'm not good at history, dammit. Haven't I proven that enough already?! Stop torturing me before I lose it!
American history was even worse. And I've got a quiz on THAT on Monday. Ten multiple choice, and if I do REALLY badly, I might be able to drop it, but....
I sort of found my home, at least. In the *coughbasementcough* of the café, there's a large meeting room. Several students were gathered in one corner, playing cards or video games or chatting (loudly, which was slightly annoying. When *I* think you're loud, you've got a problem). Only one was a girl, and I made two, but there's still something missing, and I don't know what it is.
I don't mean to feel sorry for myself, but it seems as though I can't help it. I'm no good at school, I haven't found where I belong, even my job sucks, and I'm generally a stupid lump. Yay. :/
Shit, and I COMPLETELY forgot to go to the language department. :::headdesk:::
( Anyway, here's yet another survey. )
( And a page out of ryutsuki's Diary. )