Self-regarded as a good student (not conceited, honest), I don’t take it very well when I receive less than desirable grades on school assignments, which again, isn’t very often. One of the worst feelings is when that grade is the sixth letter of the alphabet. The ominous F – the failure, frick, and other unrepeatable words word. If you thought you did well, the feeling of the F-bomb isn’t as traumatic because it’s a sudden bad emotion after a longer period of good ones. If you thought you sucked it up, the feelings are worse because you know you’re going to get a bad score but there’s nothing you can do about it.
The latter feeling is the one that I currently feel about the math test I just took. I’ve always gotten A’s on all the other tests in that class this year, but this test, my mind performed an effective meltdown. About every answer I got was wrong, and though I struggled more on this unit, I thought I had finally grasped the material. Boy was I wrong. During the middle of the test I was silently reprimanding myself for sucking so bad. It was bad. But oh well, hopefully there are more grades during the review period.
Dakota
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