So yesterday I received an assignment back that was turned in for one of my classes. The assignment was for this class I'm taking on rhetoric. Now for those who don't know, the best way I could explain rhetoric is that you basically learn how to critique "artifacts," e.g. articles, music, poems, etc., without inserting your opinion (I'm sure there's a way better explanation out there so feel free to utilize Google if needed). In any case, I got the paper back and found out I received a C on the assignment. Now getting a C in something is rarely the worst thing that could happen. However, I haven't received a grade lower than a B for any type of essay in years, I'm talking at least three years or more, so for me it's the equivalent of getting an F.
I realize this may be a gross exaggeration. In fact I know it is. And considering how difficult this particular assignment was, I can't say I was to surprised. But, it still sucked.
Now later in the day I asked an older lady who I share two classes with how she fared on the paper, and she said she got a B, which is good for her, really it is. However, this same lady who on the surface seemed chill enough, did something that put her on the permanent caps snatched list (Shoutout to Miss Jia for creating that one).
Long story short (though this is already lengthy) our professor looked to be having an off day, and kept getting called out on his mistakes by the lady in the back and a few other students. I found this funny solely because of the way the students were responding. I know it was tacky of me to laugh, but hell, I kind of needed it. In any case, as class is ending and I'm still laughing, this *ahem* broad, out of the blue asks 'What are you laughing at Mr 'got a C on his paper.'"
*Pause*
I have to admit, I was momentarily taken aback, and just get to thinking "did she just...is she...the fuck!" I guess she called herself joking, but what the fuck does my grade have to do with anything? I responded that I wasn't laughing at her, but with her, and that it's not like I actually failed the assignment, which as I found out, more than a few people did.
In any case, I left class without causing a scene, went to eat a late lunch at Chipotle, and went on about my day, but that little comment kind of followed me throughout the day, mainly because I kept wishing I had called her a haggard ass version of Pepper Ann, but whatever.
Having an off day is nothing new, everybody has them, but it seems as of late I've just had an off everything. Now I know that I am not the greatest student, but I certainly don't feel like I'm the worse. Compared to where I was five or six years ago, I'd say I've made great strides in traversing my educational journey. However, it's something about this senior year that just seems to be having a field day with my ass. I know this is just a small bump in the road, but I find myself continually fighting the urge to do this whenever I step on campus.
But alas, I'll be done sooner than I realize, so I'm going to do like Dory said and "just keep swimming" until May comes around. With any luck I'll be able to get out this school-induced funk so, if anything so I can preserve what's left of my sanity. So until next time, stay G'd up y'all.
PS: I'm still thinking about what that dried out fire crotch said earlier.
PPS: Ol' bitch.