Yes, I'm admitting it: I have a D in this class. But it's super close to a C. And some missing work/essays haven't even been put in yet. So it really isn't the end of the world.
Why is it I have a D? Well, the short answer could be that I haven't done my work on time. But I'll just give the long answer because, you know, why not?
English is absolutely my favorite subject, because it takes all the nerdy, questioning philosophical stuff and shoves it into novels and writing. THREE THINGS I CANNOT HAVE ENOUGH OF. But it's also a lot of work. And if I didn't have a manager and a teacher conspiring together to make sure I don't have an inch of time to do work, then maybe I'd get it done in a timely manor and not spend my nights off doing a major works data sheet, three Beloved reading journals, a AP-style quiz on Beloved, and a blog. But all in all, I can be exceptionally lazy. As much as I'd love to be a seventh grader and blame everything on anyone who isn't me, I've got to own up to it and accept my grade as my own doing. And you know what? I love my grade. I'm going to keep working at it, and maybe my grade will become a little prettier, therefore more accepting by society. Then I may have something that won't make colleges ask why they accepted me as an English major in the first place.
But if I resent my grade, I know I won't make it any better. So why not love it and own up to it? I HAVE A D.
Hey, at least I'm not failing. (This post was incredibly useless)
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