I aced the test that I took last week. It’s a class that’s full of undergraduates, and it’s also a class that I might take a bit too seriously. It’s a design history class with a professor who’s kind of easy-going. I sit up front. I over-study.
And I’m kind of a teacher’s pet.
I get picked on a bit by the prof, which serves me right considering I had him for my undergraduate degree and remember getting picked on then as well. It’s kind of embarrassing, but not really because I don’t associate with the other students in the class other than in that class. But I’ve been painted as the class dork (which, I guess I am, but whatever).
I probably care more about this class than they do because it might be the only graduate course I get to take (depending on where Mark’s job takes him), and because I must get a B+ or better to have my job reimburse me for tuition.
Anyway … suck it, kids. I got the only “A” on the test we took last week. Because I pay attention, take notes, and studied said notes.
leave it to me to spin something positive with some negative vibes.
(also, I must point out that I work full time, freelance part time, find time to work out, have hobbies, and still had time to study for this test)
I was going to photograph the test and post it, but I missed two, and I thought I got 100%.
Instead, here’s a lovely cross stitch by my friend Calee (yes, Calee!) that expresses my attitude towards just about everything, especially tests.
Hypothetically speaking, have you ever wanted to stick your tongue out at a bunch of people?