Something new in my life: I'm an external student at a college in Indiana (I'll give you a hint: we're known as "Woodsies"). I'm planning to spend the next 12 years or so* finishing up my Bachelor's in Creative Writing. Today I received my grade for the second assignment I turned in for one of my major courses, and got my second B+.
I wish I could explain why it bugs me to not get an A.
After all, a B+ is a pretty good grade from a pretty tough teacher. Isn't it?
And, I'm not at all a competitive person, nor do I set unreasonably high standards for myself in other areas.
However, I've come to realize that in this one area I am, and I do.
It reminds me of the first time I quit college, 23 years ago. The event that caused me to put my tail between my legs was my upper division Journalism course term paper grade: B-.
I'm not quitting this time around.
Still, that B? It. Gets. On. My. Nerves.
*an exaggeration, but only slightly
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