Journal Seven: Cursed So Done!

Written in 2006 By Damien Knight

My narrative is cursed! I lost the disk file 5 times and the USB file once. I love to write but writing the same paper 50 times is too much! That is all I can say!

Thoughts on this journal.

Seriously I remember this. USBS had just came out. This incident was the final straw and why I dropped English 100. I was tired of the teacher talking about how she hated to write. I was pissed she added a question on the test involving a football teams score in the game the night before. But after explaining that my floppy disk got a virus she still wouldn’t accept my narrative because it was late. I walked out of class and dropped it. I took the course at a community college later and passed. A TA should never teach a course like that.

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Wednesday Wisdom : No Harm in Asking

-Damien

First off sincere apologies for missing Tiptastic Tuesday. Everything is still very topsy turvey in the Shadow Lair Household. We have been unpacking still and on top of that I had midterms this week and next. This brings me to my Wednesday Wisdom:

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My first midterm was in Mineralogy. I was so embarrassed. I had studied all week and I thought I was prepared but when I sat down this feeling of doom took over. The professor, Dr. Wulff, handed the test and I read over it. I couldn’t recall anything I had studied.

Now my teacher is not a tough teacher, he isn’t this brick wall that you can’t approach. While I struggled and wept silently over the test other students would get up and go to the prep room and ask questions. I became more disparaged meanwhile my classmates would sit back down more encouraged. In this situation who is the fool? The man who held his silence with pride and embarrassment or the ones who spoke out their ignorance?

I was most definitely the fool here. I would love to say I realised what I was doing that instant. I did not and I sulked out without directly handing my page to the teacher with my tail between my legs. If I had only asked my teacher about Radius Ratios and made a point that I didn’t understand he could have helped me. I did not ask and so likely did poorly. It is my mistake and I accept this.

Ask, it doesn’t hurt even if the answer is “No,” or “I don’t know.” At least you tried.

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