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Moral of the story? none. Lesson learned? no. I need sand. |
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It was odd. School, I mean. I should back up, huh?
Alright, when I think of the effort I have in my school work, I sort of see it as sand in a thermometer. six thermometers, one for each class. For my entire effort, there is only so much sand, no? And the thermometer doesn't just go to 100, as in 100% effort, it goes way above that, but, there's only so much sand to go around.
What I wind up doing (mentally) in putting much more effort in only certain classes, and severely lacking in others. In the classes were I lack effort, from 70-80% sand, I still do great in. But I can tell i'm not retaining the information because i'm too busy putting sand into my other classes.
In my class with the most sand, english, there's, oh, I'd say anywhere from 140-175% effort at any one time. So, when we're assigned a project in that class, I try to go all out, because I really need to do my best so I can get a good grade.
But the wierdest thing happened. My 'thermometer' for the class was, ina sense, split in two. allow me to explain.
We were assigned a small project to present next class, meanwhile, we were supposed to read some chapters outside class. Now, in this class, when we're assigned reading, we might have a pop quiz on it. worth 100 points. there are only five questions.
So, with this, it makes me nervous, because those quizes can murder your grade to a bloody pulp like a rabbit in the mouth of a salivating wolf. (...maybe that's a bit dramatic) So, I was more focused on the reading, and I made an average visual for the project. It still looked good, and I just figured it was enough.
When presentations came around, I usually present first, but another group volunteered. They had a power point presentation set up. this, amazingly, seemed to be better that just sticking pictures on a poster. The next presentation had a skit. A SKIT! and it was really entertaining.
So we did our presentation, and whatever, we got a 90. In his class, that's pretty decent. But, it was so odd, because the rest of the day, people were sort of teasing me becase they were expecting me to do something amazing.
Literally.
So, because they expected me to do something great, those groups stepped it up and did amazing. And it just made me realize, I'm the person to beat in that class, aren't I?
This was flattering, and exhausting, at the same time. I mean, i'm glad that others are trying harder, but, at the same time, the bar has been raised. I'm the type who likes to go beyond expectations. And now everyone expects me to do so on EVERYTHING it feels like.
...I don't have that much sand!
In my split thermometers, more sand was in studying for the possible quiz. I memorized all the pages. all the stories, names, places, who did what and said this.
we didn't have the pop quiz.
 Qua Quidam · Sun Apr 27, 2008 @ 07:19pm · 0 Comments |
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