Life

End of the Semester Blues

So if you’re anything like me, seeing a C in your final grades is a less than desirable  experience. Now as for me, I’ve always been one of those kids who could get an A without the slightest bit of effort; so, having to study has been a challenge for me. Don’t get me wrong though, I’ve learned how… it’s just that making myself do it is the most difficult task in the world.

My first semester in college (fall 2010) was pretty easygoing… But mannnn let me tell you about the spring semester! I took 17 hours of general education requirements AND Anatomy & Physiology. BIGGEST mistake of my college career. Long story short, we had a death in the family, I got unfocused, and ended up bringing home my first C. Needless to say I was hysterical and distraught. I needed a B- to get in the program I originally came here for, and I missed it by TWO points! My entire summer was spent trying to correct my mistake. It never got corrected.

Fast forward to fall 2011 semester, and I get stuck taking Pre-Calculus for my pre-medical studies. One thing you should know about me is that math and I don’t have a good relationship. I was in tutoring for two days a week the entire semester… I worked extremely hard to get a B in that class. Not to mention I had THE MOST DIFFICULT professor in the department. However, every test, every homework assignment, and every quiz I took improved. Throughout the semester I began to feel as though that B was in my reach. And I do mean right at my fingertips. HA! Checked my final grades last Thursday, and what do I see? ANOTHER C!

I wanted to cry to be honest, but part of me was so very excited to know that I had worked hard enough to even pass the class. After taking the final, I really thought my grade had been demolished. Instead of crying, I sat there smiling, laughing, and cheering. Basking in the simple joy that I had succeeded. It may not have been the perfect grade, but it was my perfect grade. I did the absolute best that I could in that class; and, at the end of the day, I don’t need grades to judge my potential. If anyone, I know precisely what I’m capable of.

Gabriell Anna

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