Out of the blue, I got a message from Professor Adams. Then came the first of two very profound e-mail moments. I went over to my friend Sam’s dorm and watched How I Met Your Mother and ate a chocolate cupcake. The next day, after my linear algebra final (which was a much more pleasant experience) I was ready for the next step: to mope in good company. Absolutely mortified at the idea that they had discussed me at the grading session, I arranged to meet with him on January 4, when I returned to campus after winter break. Adams* and I concur that you know a lot more than what you exam grades show!” and said that he would be happy to meet with me. An hour and a half later, my professor responded, expressing sympathy, frustration because “Prof. I thanked them for their help during the semester, etc, and returned to angsting privately.īut not for long. After procrastinating for a few hours, I finally hit “send”, and away went my request for “advice you can give me on how to move forward from here.” During this period, I decided that the responsible course of action would be to e-mail my professor and my TA. My neurons fired through some possible courses of action, and settled on: moping.įirst, I moped alone. When I found out my final exam score, my brain immediately switched into “problem? there’s a problem? WHAT SHOULD BE DONE?” mode. He said: “whether you succeed or fail.” Umm…great. *I once asked a friend what distinguishes persistence from stubbornness. Like I mentioned, 8.05 (Quantum II) was a rough time frankly, I should have dropped the class after the midterm, but I was too stubborn (or too persistent*?) It took me a while to internalize that a grade is fixed but one’s reaction to it is not.
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