Well, at least about writing.
I got a paper back tonight. My first of the semester that wasn’t French. It earned an A. Nice surprise, considering I’d written it in a big hurry, pretty much until just before it was due.
A year ago, I don’t think I would have written a first paper – in that manner – that would have done as well.
I’m becoming way too comfortable with procrastination.
Also, I’ve learned just not to write about Jane Austen.
So far, I’ve gotten A’s and A-‘s on French papers.
My first French grammar midterm earned a B+ (89% – so close!), which relieved me. I remember leaving the testing center thinking I’d be perfectly content with a B. The exam ended with writing a short composition about the novel we’re reading. I remember feeling pretty good about the essay. The professor gave me a bonus point for style, with a little comment at the end: “Vous êtes poète!” Also, thank goodness for bonus points, for I might have dipped down into B- or C range without them.
So, that balances the ridiculous crying I did today. If those good things hadn’t happened, I would have chalked today up as an epic loss. Of course there are worse things.
Thanks for the comforting texts, you. I wish I had a gold star to give.