Frailty, Thy Name Is …..
A less than average grade!
An unusual day today. I started out with English Literature, hang on, not quite true. I started out with that sense of I’m so cold and tired I could sleep for a week but managed to get out of bed or rather wake up well. I should of known that luck, if a real thing, was on my side today. Since I was a little late up, well, later than the time I would usually get up, I didn’t get the early train into college but had enough time to for the .. past eight. It seems my extra time in bed wasn’t wasted with the seven o clock train cancelled and people waiting on the platform for the next one. Wouldn’t like that for a hour!
I then went to English Literature and handed over my essay for evaluation, now, I knew it wasn’t quite right and it was the feedback I was looking for but I wasn’t quite ready for thinking about scrapping the whole thing. My teacher didn’t suggest that by the way but I was losing faith in my coursework. Anyhow we looked through it all and made pointers and suggestions for me to take away and rewrite. Which I have and I think, reworked well.
On to philosophy, we had a quiz which the teacher is going to mark so I don’t have it here to type up until another day. I’m confident of doing well in the test with only maybe two or three points dropped out of 40. I did ask for my last essay back though so any victorious hand rubbing and smiling was soon put to one side. It had to happen I guess, I’m not a straight A student, never was. The teacher did say he was perhaps a little harsh and that I may have got an A. Which was a bit confusing since the grade on the paper was a B. It can only be one or the other, surely? The best part though was the amount of comment and areas for improvement. Dropping a grade has certainly given me much room for improvement.
The strangest thing though about today, so far, is that when I got home there was a letter from college. I opened the small creamy coloured envelope with my full name on it thinking it would be something to do with my applying for a Spanish course. After opening however, it was a kind of report, a bit like a school report with teachers writing about how I’m doing at college. It is definitely meant for me and not something they just put together to take home to mum and dad. I was really pleased with it too, not just because of the good evaluation of the work I do and my contribution to discussions but just because the college, and I think my tutor in particular, who is supportive perhaps because of being such a good communicator, have not left me out, have included me individually as well as collectively and I feel positively radiant!
All thats left is, since I didnt ever have (such) a good report from school, should I actually show it to my parents, I am wondering how they will see it and why I’m thinking about it. Strange, I think I’ll give it to my nephew to read, it may provide some encouragement. I hope it isnt seen as me trying to say I’m better, which is a line he is sadly prone to take.
See Also
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- » Some Notes from English Literature
» Key Documents from AQA
» Selected Readings
» Characterisation
» Pride and Prejudice
So, I guess to catch the 7am train, you’d have to get up about 6am ish – and yet college is only a 35 minute trip away on the train or car. I could make Lincoln in about 1.5 hours on my cycle (but I can’t be bothered to cycle that far).
So, you have to get up the same time as someone who travels down a motorway to work…
Is it any wonder Public Transport is so unfavoured?