Tuesday, October 10, 2006

The B+ Semester

This has been the grade I consistently get for my CA essays for this sem. At least for Essay #1 of each module. I know I shouldn't be complaining. There are people who worked as hard as I did yet did not even get to smell a B (No I'm not trying to be sarcastic here. It was a heartfelt sorry). Consistency is kind of good when it comes to a grade that begins with a B, because it could have been worse and my tutors were kind enough to grace me with an acceptable grade. I certainly do not hope to fall my consistent grade, but everytime I hand in my essays, I actually tingle with hope that I would get a better than current grade kind of grade. Unlike most of my peers, when I hand in an essay, I don't usually hand in with an expectation or approximation to what grade I'd get. I am the type who hands in my paper with quickened heartbeat and hope for the Bestest of the best grade that I can possibly get.
I do know for a fact that I am not one of the most outstanding History student around (or even anywhere near that), and I do know for sure that everytime I hand in one of those papers, I could have done better, but sometimes I think I have already done them to the best of my ability in the given period of time and I really do not know how to improve. Being a purely science student for the past god knows how many years of my life didn't help with my essay writing or argument constructing skills.
Nor that I have an average of 2 essays/tests to hand in per week for the past 5 weeks. I remembered that the last time I got an A something for a CA assignment was in my 3rd semester of being in NUS. If only I could remotely smell that A something again...even if it's a A-- ie something worse than an A-, but better than a B+, but there's not such thing. Hurhurhur...
As the exam draws nearer, and more deadlines of the assignments #2 & #3 breathe down my neck, I almost stop modelling anymore. Travelling all the way down town for a clothes fitting seemed like too much an effort for me these days, and I hardly even go home during weekends these days. I just wanna sleep, and maybe I'll dream of my As when Xiaobai is working his silly little dog magic on me. *yawnz* back to writing about the bloody Vietnam War $#@*&%^!!!!!

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