School is going well so far, I have a 94.5% in my English class, and I need at least a 95% to have a 4.0. This means every time an assignment gets turned in I hover over it like an expectant father outside the delivery room until the grade gets posted. I rushed an assignment while I was in NYC and turned in some sub-par work. I got an 80% on it, and the teacher correctly identified it as "bland".
It took me down from a 96% to a 90%, so I've been kicking myself repeatedly for turning it in half assed, but on the other hand it's pushing me to make sure all my work now is 110%. I've always been told I have talent as a writer and I should look into refining it and pursuing it. Writers have always struck me as rockstars though, and chasing that thought therefore seems childish. Either way, I always get a sort of a rush out of taking an English composition class. Almost makes me write in my normal blog more, but I try and only do that when I think I'm funny.
It took me down from a 96% to a 90%, so I've been kicking myself repeatedly for turning it in half assed, but on the other hand it's pushing me to make sure all my work now is 110%. I've always been told I have talent as a writer and I should look into refining it and pursuing it. Writers have always struck me as rockstars though, and chasing that thought therefore seems childish. Either way, I always get a sort of a rush out of taking an English composition class. Almost makes me write in my normal blog more, but I try and only do that when I think I'm funny.
But now, .. I blow through the interesting courses [they're online, so it's one at a time] and draggggggggg through the general studies. Fucking sucks.