Pride

On Wednesday, we were told that our English teacher would be out of commission on Thursday due to a family thing, that we would have a supply teacher, and that we would be watching Sleepy Hollow. I groaned, internally, and decided not to go to English class on Thursday. What was the point? I've seen the movie a thousand times, and I really wasn't up for three hours of doing nothing.

I misjudged the situation. I found out yesterday, thanks to a student that is also in both my biology and my English class, that we were assigned a pretty heavy duty paper to write on Sleepy Hollow that would include five questions, two to be answered in 'short form', and three in point form. We were also assigned a response journal to write. I read over the list of questions and realized that despite having watched the movie a thousand times, I couldn't remember enough about it to fake my way through them.

There began about three hours of panic, and a temptation to drop teacher-delivered English and start over with distance learning. Why? Because if I couldn't do this assignment, I wouldn't be able to attain the honours level marks I wanted to get in English. The potential 'perfect' score I had been subconsciously shooting for would become impossible.

I talked myself out of it, but it was hard, and it took a lot of self-talk of the 'get your butt to English class and ask for an extension' variety. Also, a lot of 'perfect is not the point here, and what are you thinking? You can still score well, even without this one assignment. Do not be stupid.'

So I marched my butt into English class and got an extension. No problem.

Thank the Gods.

Also, I got a 4+ on my first biology quiz. For those of you in the states, this is equivalent to an A+ and it's the highest mark possible.

Go, me!