Things in my life seem to be getting easier and harder at the same time.
My expectations have gone down considerably, but I really can't see that as a bad thing. My stress levels are no longer off the charts. I'd rather have that than unreachable standards any day.
My Political Science professor handed back our first assignment yesterday. One page, double spaced. He didn't bother to explain it to us, so it seemed like we were to summarize a news article and hand it in. Those who did just that received C's. As a Lit. major, I analyzed why the article was important and how it related to our class. I received a B and the comments: 'Decent analysis, but hated your writing style.'
Oh, really, now? C'mon, I know I'm not Dickins, but this is a Political Science class. I didn't have any spelling or grammatical errors. I don't care if you personally hate my writing style. That is not what this class is about.
I'll talk to him about it tomorrow. I'm hoping it will be on the fact that my paragraphs were shorter than they could have been. If it's anything else, I'm going above his head. It's ridiculous to scam me out of a grade just because you dislike the way I express my writing. I don't appreciate e.e. cummings as I should, but I don't refuse to do my assignments concerning him.
I have my first essay due in my Writ 102 course tomorrow. I have to clarify my thesis, add in my citations, and I'm set. I can analyze. Grasse seems set on giving us personal time to talk to her about our papers. I loved that with Kauth last semester and I'm extremely grateful that Grasse chooses to do the same.
My test in Biology today was riddled with errors in the questions. About a 1/5 of the answers were wrong for the questions. I'm hoping the professor cancels that grade. It's not fair if he doesn't, considering the amount of leeway he'll have to give if he doesn't.
Beyond school, I'm working twenty eight hours this week. Work actually relieves me of stress. I can yell at people for being loud without getting yelled at myself. It's great.
Dave and I are fantastico. I'm working on a box full of gifts for him this March. The friends who have heard what's going in the box think it's marvelous, so that's great.
Things with my friends have settled down. Benca are dating now. They're utterly adorable. Sam is getting her life set before she moves on to another guy. I'm dealing with my roommate the best I can considering that she's Debbie Downer.
Life is good. I couldn't ask for better. Well, I could, but who would listen?
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