I had an extremely panic-filled moment today.
We were getting back midterm exams in my History class today.
The professor was holding the exams in her hand, and promptly told us that at least half of the class failed. And though it would be expected that the freshman and sophomores would be the ones that failed, they were the only ones to get A's and B's.
Being a senior, my heart was in my throat.
Then the professor went on to say that those who failed were generally non-history majors.
Again, I fit this description, and I was seriously coming to the verge of having a panic attack or something.
Because if my graduation was delayed because I failed an elective, that would be pretty ridiculous. And there was the fact that I spent FOREVER studying for this exam.
Then the professor proceeded to go through every question on the exam, with the papers still held firmly in her hand. I HATE it when teachers do that. Tell you how awful you did, then let you sit there and stew while going through every possible bad scenario in your head. I know that was what I was doing. I pretty much accepted the fact that I had flunked the test, and then began making a mental plan about how I was going to go about bringing my grade up, thinking about the times I could meet with the professor to plead for extra credit, and probably work up some tears for sympathy.
There was so much tension in the room, I haven't seen so many students squirm in their seats since the second grade. Of course, the younger students in the room were sitting pretty because they knew THEY all had passed.
The professor actually kept us five minutes late to talk about how bad we all did, and to let everyone freak out for a little while longer.
Finally we got to get them. And of course the prof set them all out on the front desk so everyone could see everyone elses grades. Isn't that against school policy or something?
Anyway, I found my name, braced myself and looked.
I got a C+. Which usually isn't a grade I would be all too happy with for a test I actually spent time studying for, but the relief I felt was amazing.
For a good couple of minutes, and the adrenaline was still going strong and my heart was still beating a little faster than usual. I went to Brady and bought my cap and gown and graduation announcement, glad that I would most likely be wearing them in the near future. (For some reason I have this huge fear something is going to go wrong and they are going to tell me I'm not going to graduate or something. This is basically an unfounded fear, but it still is in the back of my mind ALL of the time.)
Anyway, I could have really done without having a few years taken off my life today. Maybe I just need to chill out!
We were getting back midterm exams in my History class today.
The professor was holding the exams in her hand, and promptly told us that at least half of the class failed. And though it would be expected that the freshman and sophomores would be the ones that failed, they were the only ones to get A's and B's.
Being a senior, my heart was in my throat.
Then the professor went on to say that those who failed were generally non-history majors.
Again, I fit this description, and I was seriously coming to the verge of having a panic attack or something.
Because if my graduation was delayed because I failed an elective, that would be pretty ridiculous. And there was the fact that I spent FOREVER studying for this exam.
Then the professor proceeded to go through every question on the exam, with the papers still held firmly in her hand. I HATE it when teachers do that. Tell you how awful you did, then let you sit there and stew while going through every possible bad scenario in your head. I know that was what I was doing. I pretty much accepted the fact that I had flunked the test, and then began making a mental plan about how I was going to go about bringing my grade up, thinking about the times I could meet with the professor to plead for extra credit, and probably work up some tears for sympathy.
There was so much tension in the room, I haven't seen so many students squirm in their seats since the second grade. Of course, the younger students in the room were sitting pretty because they knew THEY all had passed.
The professor actually kept us five minutes late to talk about how bad we all did, and to let everyone freak out for a little while longer.
Finally we got to get them. And of course the prof set them all out on the front desk so everyone could see everyone elses grades. Isn't that against school policy or something?
Anyway, I found my name, braced myself and looked.
I got a C+. Which usually isn't a grade I would be all too happy with for a test I actually spent time studying for, but the relief I felt was amazing.
For a good couple of minutes, and the adrenaline was still going strong and my heart was still beating a little faster than usual. I went to Brady and bought my cap and gown and graduation announcement, glad that I would most likely be wearing them in the near future. (For some reason I have this huge fear something is going to go wrong and they are going to tell me I'm not going to graduate or something. This is basically an unfounded fear, but it still is in the back of my mind ALL of the time.)
Anyway, I could have really done without having a few years taken off my life today. Maybe I just need to chill out!
posted by Andrea at 4:45 PM
2 Comments:
I think everyone who graduates in May, everyone who has ever been so close to graduation, can relate to your fear. I am pretty sure my advisor thinks I'm crazy because I have e-mailed numerous times just "double checking" nothing is wrong. I'd love to say "Relax! It'll all be fine!" But the truth is my heart is racing for the same reason. Atleast you aren't alone!
Haha, this post was so funny to me because I know how you feel. While it hasn't been that exact scenario I can't tell you how many times I've been *SURE* I wouldn't graduate on time. So far, so good. And almost there...
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