All The World's A Stage

College days

I didn't read what I was supposed to for my first class last night.
Didn't even skim it. Guess what? I didn't need to.

I can reference
quickly enough and reason quickly enough that I may be able to do this
class without having to read 500 pages a week. Amen.

That last class? The one that was stressing me out and making me
neurotic and crying when I should be relaxing and all that - I set the
curve.

I set the damn curve. Which means it did me no good. I earned an A,
and got an A. Everyone else moved up 1/2 a grade.

I am proud of that, I guess I am. I worked my ass off. I basically
got a B on a nasty advanced accounting final that I couldn't study for
because I was too busy just trying to learn how to do things. I was
the first one done with that final. I walked it up and walked back to
my seat and Colette (the oldest woman in our class, who therefore can
say what she thinks without filters) calls me a showoff. Being the
2nd youngest in the class, I stuck my tongue out at her.

But I'm also annoyed. I could have worked less hard, stressed less,
and probably still had an A. Still in honors range - which means I
won't be able to relax yet.

I'm about to learn a whole lot about income tax accounting real fast.
It's like a rollar coaster you are never allowed to get off of.

Posted by Liz at July 16, 2004 10:00 PM