But by the grace of God I got a 75% on my Macro test. A 75%!!!! I never in my wildest dreams thought that I'd be thankful and ecstatic about a C. Never. Paired with the 100% I got on the homework assignment (turning in 7 chapters of notes, which thankfully, I took plenty of) I have a rip-roaring 77.5% in the class AND (oh, it just keeps getting better, folks) because of The Curve which is friend to mathtards and ecotards everywhere, that 77.5% is not a high C. Oh no, it's a HIGH B!!!
I was so excited about the C on the test (which I got about 5 minutes before class started) I called Paul right then and there, then promptly sent Tater a text message. Another guy in the class came in right about the time I was squealing about the 75 and as soon as I hung up asked how I got my score. I directed him to the computer lab so he could check his email and get his, then I went back to the classroom. In the meantime another girl came in and I asked how she did. She got a 50. And when the guy came in the room he reluctantly announced his 45. They both looked sick and it made me feel bad for gushing about my 75 to anyone who would listen. Fortunately The Curve helped them, too, and they're not failing the class.
It was decided that the three of us would be getting together to study for the next test. Three ecotards in a meeting of the minds could very well be dangerous. The instructor said if we wanted to stay after class he would go over what we missed and help each of us individually, but considering that, of the 5 people in the classroom, 4 stayed I opted to just make an appointment to go over mine in his office next week.
I overheard conversations from the satellite classes and they all bombed it, too. I feel so much better knowing that.
Misery loves company, huh.
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And now I'm off to help Tater move! WHOOHOO! Can this week get any better? I now have the chance to sweat and break nails and possibly have a stroke in my sister's new house! Awesome.
It's a good thing I love her as much as I do.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
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Being a total Mathtard myself, I completely celebrate your 75%. You rock!
Sweaty divas stroking in boobie shirts? Woo-hoo! This has got to be one of those internet sites my gramma warned me about!
(Congrats on your Not-a-C-but-a-high-B!)
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