transomwhiplass

Okay, I hate this. I really, really, really hate this. Every term I agonize and die a little inside. I swear "this will be the term.. this will be the term that I don't do well!! My grades will be low and my GPA will drop."

The problem was I was really sure this time. My computer graphics class was a living nightmare. I started out being amazing since it was all photoshop & web-stuff. When the 3-D stuff came in, I was incredibly lost. I pretty much stopped trying. I hate to say that but it was so frustrating. Everyone else started out lost and made the adjustments to their schedules to go get help from the beginning. I could never get over going from the top to the very bottom. I think I turned in like 6/10 projects in late (ie. uploading them to the web late). I mean, by the end I picked up enough formZ to make a couple adjustments to my old projects but it wasn't anything special. I pretty much figured out how to capture perspective views. Yep, an awesome accomplishment. I mean, to my credit -- I always presented my shitty work in a nice way, I mean, I do have the web and layout skills. Well, apparently that was enough to get me an A+ in the class. What a joyous day!

The English class. Dude. I know it didn't seem too complicated, we read some articles, Catch-22 (one of my favorite books), and a couple graphic novels. We had to write a couple papers, do a book discussion, and basically participate in class. After my last paper, I swore I was doomed. She actually lowered my grade from a B+ to a B "for style." Unfortunately, taking so many non-English classes--I've become accustomed to writing dense papers with multiple complex sentences. I like stuffing several arguments into one paragraph, I like using big words. It makes you come off intelligent in those other classes where using the bulk of the material wins you points. However, in English.. well, it doesn't work so much. She actually told me that I could have used "a few drafts" or "stopped by the writing center." That is seriously the first time since... well, I don't really remember that someone told me I needed that kind of help with my writing. Like I said earlier, I swore I was doomed. I didn't really want to write the second paper. I didn't really want to change my "style," that's for sure. I was expecting a B, but my worries were definitely that I'd be earning a C. The one good thing about expecting the worst is that when you get like... an A-, you are totally stoked.

Ah! I'm so happy. I'm going to the farmer's market to buy some fruit today. Annie and I finally bought groceries last night so I can rejoice in grades and in cheese, cereal, and toilet paper.