So, just finished up my first year of college. Super exciting, right? Sure thing. Today, I received my grades. One in particular that I was severely unhappy with. So unhappy I cried for about a half an hour. I’m a good student, an overachiever, and I don’t get these kinds of grades. I was severely angry at my professors, but probably more angry at myself for the work I put forth and that not one, but two professors thought it was not good enough. For me, not being good enough is never okay. I work hard for what I want, and I’ll work until I get it. So after some tears and talking to some friends, I went to work. My boss knew I was upset, asked if she could help, and I told her it was about school. She felt bad, but it really showed me she cared. Work distracted me quite a lot, but as I was on my way home, I thought of it again and began to cry (I’m also PMSing, so cut me some slack). I got home, wanting my mom to be there (but also dreading it because I didn’t want to tell her). My mom came home later, and I told her as I was sobbing. Instead of being angry with me or at me, she instead replied with some very encouraging words. She said that this year has been such a big transition for me, and though grades have always come easy to me in the past, that was not how it was going to be in these coming years of my academic career. She was almost waiting for this to happen so it would teach me.
She’s right. Again. And now, about 9 hours after first discovering this grade, I’m almost thankful for it, because it’s only gonna make me more motivated for my future. Just like many of the other obstacles I’ve faced this year (including my clarinet one…) this one will only make me a better person. And I’m happy to say that I can turn this situation around for myself. Yeah, it sucks, and I’m still going to email my professors because I would like a legitimate explanation, it’s only my wrongdoing and I have no excuses.
1 down. 3 to go.