Wow, so I think I have great news. Yet I'm so completely in shock that I can't believe .. . this awesome news. I keep on saying that it must be a mistake, a mean little elf must have played a trick on me, I have an alternate personality (accessing a different part of my brain that I'm not allowed into) that created such results, I'm in a Truman show type world where directors are tinkering with my emotions, and so on.
In all honesty, I'm completely convinced it is not true. And come to think of it, I probably shouldn't write about it publicly. But for the sake of feeling good after completely bombing another exam I write on. It may not seem like a big deal to most people. . . dang he made a mistake. Okay, sorry, getting to the point. My professor for my PS 5420 class (the class I just came from) is my professor in my 5800 class. And as I left he told me that I got the class high in the PS 5800 class! It was only a 90, but it was the class high. He couldn't find the exam in his briefcase, so I'm very reluctant to believe him. I want proof. It would make me sick to realize that it wasn't my exam, in fact I'm already feeling woozy. I had complained to my Mom and Michelle that I had began writing the wrong essay and wasted 10 of the 25 minute allotted to writing the essay. I felt like the information I wrote did not suffice in explaining the theories. I also felt like I didn't make any kind of an argument, let alone a strong arugment. There is no way that is my exam. I'm almost tempted to justify my doubts in that he was not feeling well due to heart illnesses. He must be delirious. I like his class, and I don't mean to insult him. It's the only explanation as far as I can tell. Or he has a really odd criteria for grading. How rude for him to tell me that and not give me the actual proof. Now I have to worry until Wednesday. Bah.
Well, that's my story, and I now feel ill. The end.
In all honesty, I'm completely convinced it is not true. And come to think of it, I probably shouldn't write about it publicly. But for the sake of feeling good after completely bombing another exam I write on. It may not seem like a big deal to most people. . . dang he made a mistake. Okay, sorry, getting to the point. My professor for my PS 5420 class (the class I just came from) is my professor in my 5800 class. And as I left he told me that I got the class high in the PS 5800 class! It was only a 90, but it was the class high. He couldn't find the exam in his briefcase, so I'm very reluctant to believe him. I want proof. It would make me sick to realize that it wasn't my exam, in fact I'm already feeling woozy. I had complained to my Mom and Michelle that I had began writing the wrong essay and wasted 10 of the 25 minute allotted to writing the essay. I felt like the information I wrote did not suffice in explaining the theories. I also felt like I didn't make any kind of an argument, let alone a strong arugment. There is no way that is my exam. I'm almost tempted to justify my doubts in that he was not feeling well due to heart illnesses. He must be delirious. I like his class, and I don't mean to insult him. It's the only explanation as far as I can tell. Or he has a really odd criteria for grading. How rude for him to tell me that and not give me the actual proof. Now I have to worry until Wednesday. Bah.
Well, that's my story, and I now feel ill. The end.
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