18 7 / 2010
WARNING: the following is a yawn-tastical post about grades
Strangely enough, my performance was best in what I considered to be my hardest class. Well, more like the class that was SALTY BALLS to study for. Somehow I feel like this year validated my intelligence and ability to succeed on my own. For the first time in my life, the prospect of failure could not be ruled out. There would be no cushion of a caring professor or previous exam grades to keep me from epically phailing, which is why the months of May and June were horrid and miserable for everyone at LSE.
The British system (as much as I disagree with it) helped me grow up and mature a way very different from that of a US liberal arts college. Everyone needs to be placed in a situation in which they must face the music and grow the eff up, and being abroad (ironically enough) did that for me. It also taught me how to balance getting schwasty on weeknights while getting work done, lolz.
one minor annoyance: I can’t for the LIFE of me pull top marks in easy classes. is there something wrong with me? it’s like I need that extra push of fear of failure to succeed. maybe that’s why finance is the only industry I can really see myself in. but forreal, I managed to pull firsts in my class grades for technical classes, but then my relatively easier qualitative class grades were slightly lower.
Anyway… I came out of it ALIVE! that’s all that matters. The last two months at LSE and this summer (so far) have kicked my gluteus maximus into gear. BRING IT ON, SENIOR YEAR. jk dont bring it on. because I’m not ready to graduate.
