The semester will be over in less than a month.
My last class is on December 6th. It’s a class that I absolutely adore, so it
will be a little bittersweet.
In another class, I’m counting the days until my own
personal hell is over. I do not like
this course. I have never liked this course.
It is highly unlikely that I will ever look back on this course with
fond memories. The only thing that I can
say about this course that is positive is that the seats in the classroom are
comfortable.
Today, one of my assignments was returned to me. My grade was a B/B-. In the Harvard world, this is a failing
grade. At first I was a little shocked and disappointed. While I’ve learned to “Embrace the B” it’s a
completely different reality when that little minus sign is attached to the B.
I cannot let the B- disturb my flow. I now realize that I should have dropped the
class. A good friend, who has never
steered me wrong, told me that if I didn’t like a class by the third meeting
that I should drop it. Unfortunately, I
didn’t listen to her. I have decided that I will work my
(increased-in-size) ass off for the courses that I actually enjoy. This one will get what’s left over and I will be ecstatic to bet a B-.
I vowed that I would not get caught up in grades, but here I
am. To help me recalibrate, I re-read the essays in my application package. In one
particular essay, I was very definitive about the way that I hoped to impact
society. Nowhere in the four essays did I mention
grades, which says a lot.
My eyes are back on the prize.
