Leah is starting fresh
I just got a paper back today. I won’t lie to you, I was shocked to find that I had received a 100%. I felt like I had done a terrible job on that paper. I didn’t really understand the concepts involved and tried to do explain what I thought was going on the best that I could—but I didn’t feel like that was very good at all.
I kept telling myself “Oh, she just got tired of grading, she missed something, she was easy on you” etc. And I realized something. I do that all the time. And I believe it every time. In my mind, no teacher has ever graded anything I did with any thoroughness or toughness since I got my first C in the fourth grade.
Now that is just silly. Why can’t I just accept that sometimes I actually do a good job on things?
