All my life, I've been a neurotic student.
Kind of like my neurotic dog, Heidi.
Freaking out about every little assignment.
Heck, when I was in elementary school, I'd break down crying every Sunday night becaue I was so worried and freaked out about the week ahead.
Now, after (almost) two semesters of college...
I didn't do great on a test?
Oh well, I tried my best.
I forgot to do a homework assignment?
Oh well, I can't turn back the clock.
I threw away all my poetry journal stuff and then find out my teacher's collecting it at our final exam?
Oh well, go ahead and give me the zero.
And frankly, I think this is a good thing. :) That's not to say I'll no longer continue to try my hardest, because I will.
I just think I'm finally realizing that stressing myself out over things I can't change, at least regarding to school stuff, is kind of like inviting a vegetarian to a steakhouse - fruitless, pointless, and thoroughly disappointing. :)
***UPDATED at 6:00 pm***
Well this is surprising. I got an email back from my English professor that said, and I quote, "Don’t be too broken up about it. You were such a good class-responder, I should be able to find some points for you in that."
*jaw drops* I definitely, absolutely, positively did NOT see that coming, at all!!!