It’s been since 2001 that I’ve received a grade. I took this writing class at UC Berkeley and just in case I decide to go for a certificate, I opted to take the class for credit and for a grade. I attended every class, except for one. In fact, I changed my plans for my vacation so that I wouldn’t have to miss two. I completed all but one assignment, and she said that it wasn’t a big deal. And I participated in class. Yet, I didn’t get an A. I was really hopeful.
I haven’t received many A’s in my life, so getting them is a big deal for me. Although to be fair, I haven’t received many B+’s either. In college I struggled to get B’s. I found college extremely difficult. I would look around and see my friends spending what seemed like very little time doing work, and then I would have to not go out at night because I had to study. In my second semester of my senior year, I had to take six classes, while everyone else had maybe three classes. In the end I graduated with a B- average, but that wasn’t for lack of trying.
Funny how I can remember specifically not wanting A’s in high school because that wasn’t cool. I didn’t try very hard in high school, which is why I was a B student. I may have been able to be an A student in high school, I think. Anyhow, I’m rambling now.
What is my point? I considered not hanging my grade on the refrigerator today because it wasn’t an A. And my parents are coming today. I wonder if my dad will say, “Wow. You got a B+, why isn’t it an A?”. But I think the real question is am I just a B+ writer? I’d like to be an A.
