ace my classes

I just got my big (25% of the semester, in the 2nd week!) anatomy & physiology test back, and the results are in…

51/60

which means…

85%

which means…

I JUST ACED THE FIRST FUCKING TEST OF MY LIFE!!!!!!
I’m gonna go E-mail my mom.

This chick is going over the answers, but what do I care? I ACED!!!!

I failed 3 years in high school, went to court to revoke 2 of the failures, and squeaked through at the end. I have clinically-diagnosed ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), which was diagnosed when I was a freshman Now, I’m at Saint Lawrence College in Kingston, Ontario, taking the first-year Fitness and Health Promotion (FAHP; the two will be used interchangeably from here on) course. I am passionate about health and fitness, and this year I have access to way more resources for “coping” with my ADD, so I see no reason that my pattern of failure should continue.
So, this year, I’d like to be like all of those kids I used to hate, and ace all of my courses. It’ll take a tremendous amount of effort on my part, as it takes me about 3-to-4 times as much effort and/or time to complete even basic tasks as other students, but I’m going to give it my all. Even being accepted to college was such a huge step for me; by doing that, I accomplished something that I never before thought was possible for me. Now that I’m here (thanks in part to the legendary leniency of the Canadian government, I’m sure), I feel like I have a standing order to make every effort I can in my classes.

EXTRACURRICULARS
At my own risk, I am participating in several extracurricular activities. As a matter of fact, at this very moment I’m in an emergency waiting room waiting to get my shoulder X-rayed. In a scrimmage at rugby practice, we were doing close-quarters drills, and when I charged the D-line the second time and I’m pulling this from what I heard, because my focus was in testosterone mode I pushed through two guys but the third guy’s head went into my shoulder when he tackled me (high tackle, hello?). I heard a loud cracking noise, then went down. This nice doctor, whom for all intensive purposes we will call Doctor Tom, told me my shoulder has been “seperated”, so I’m just waiting for an X-ray to see if I also broke or fractured my clavicle (I can tell you right now that I didn’t).
I also signed up for the Nomad, which is the student-voice newspaper; the college radio station; and the college’s fiction-and-creative-non-fiction writing group, which meets thrice a week. Finally, I’m going to apply to be a student ambassador for the FAHP course. Why the Hell not! Besides, Sarah, one of the professors, noted that you DON’T have to have exceptional performance to be a student ambassador; you merely need to have a passion for the course and its components. This is something which I most certainly have. Still, lets hope I get the exceptional performance part down, too.
If you were wondering, by the way: Yes, I am in a lot of pain. I’m weird.

THE WORK
The work for the week so-far isn’t bad at all, just some reading and whatnot. Further, I kind-of like my journal assignments! We’ll be logging our workouts in a journal (fuck, how am I going to maintain my supersexy arms? shittyyy!), and log 3 days’ worth of our diets (two week-days and one weekend-day). For the latter journal, we’ll then compile them into this program called Eval-U-Eat, a half-snazzy program which isn’t available for Mac, the bastards.

for the summer at least!

It’s done, and the 4.0 still holds. I’m still a bit embarrassed that I give a crap, especially given that it reflects even more badly than I might have represented upon the evil Colonial/Postcolonial Lit woman, but, fuck, I’ll take it. So, drink up, kids. Right on!

...and today’s the last day that changes can be made to the preliminary grades that are up on the university website. I’m trying not to obsessively hit the refresh button every fifteen minutes, and I’m trying not to allow myself to believe that the Evil Colonial/Postcolonial Lit Prof either (a) gave me a break or (b) is grossly negligent enough that her comments throughout the semester have no connection to final grades, because if I do before 11:59pm tonight, I will be inviting some sort of last-minute disappointment. But, well, like I say, it’s holding, for the time being. One way or another, I’ll be crossing this off the list come midnight. We shall see.

I can’t believe this…total crap. So I’ve had an A in chemistry all year and all of a sudden my grade drops to a 55%. All because of one stupid paper. We were supposed to write a story about endothermic and exothermic reactions, and I, being the idiot I am, decided not to do it. But come on, this is so stupid. What does writing have anything to do with chemistry? And this is high school, not college, so if he wants us to write a paper on endothermic and exothermic reactions shouldn’t he first explain what they are? Uhhhh. This could ruin everything. What if colleges look at my transcripts and see that I failed a simple high school chemistry class, and no where will accept me? I’m about to have a panic attack. What am I going to do?

Well, the “official grades” are up on the university website, and apparently I have indeed gotten A’s in all of my classes, even the Evil Crazy Professor’s Colonial/Postcolonial Lit class. That class was, I thought, such a train wreck, and my final paper was, imho, kind of a piece of crap. So I can’t believe it.

Much as I’d like to cross this off the list now as “done”, grades aren’t actually final until the 24th, so I’m going to hold off until the deadline. It’s entirely possible that the Evil Crazy Professor screwed up on the computer…computer illiteracy is one of her many virtues. But, well, we shall see. Huh.

As of 7:55 this morning, when I dropped off my final paper for the evil Colonial/Postcolonial Lit professor, I am officially finished with my first year of grad school. Yay. Of course, I’m completely exhausted and, if thou prickest me, thou wilt find nothing but strong, black coffee heavily laced with nicotine flowing through my veins, but, well, I got everything done. Again, yay.

So I think grades will be posted by this time next week. I remain pretty certain that C/PCL will destroy my short-lived 4.0, but, well, the other two classes are solid, and frankly, at this moment, just being done feels like achievement enough. Maybe we’ll try again in the fall.

Anyway, we shall see. And in the meantime, summer has officially commenced. For the third and final time (in this post, anyway)...yay.

Completely not worth the amount of effort though.

My guess is Math: A-, Econ: B, Anthro: B.

I dunno. I had a double helping of crow for lunch today—swallowed my pride and irritation, and went and apologized profusely to the Evil Professor, and generally tried to make amends. It was the right thing to do, whether it winds up benefitting me or not, actually…regardless of how Evil she may or may not be, the fact remains that I fucked up, and I needed to deal with that. I tried to do that, and I think I did a reasonably good job. Even wound up having a very congenial conversation with her about my final paper. So. We’ll see.