Since a commentor on this blog asked I will answer. The results of the second test came back last night and I again got an A. Good times, I've never been an A student before, always more comfortable around that low C, high D area. For I had always believed that it's more impressive to pass with no effort than it is to succeed at the expense of your free time. Now I'm older and I paid for the class and the book with my own money, it doesn't seem like that strategy makes as much sense. Additionally I actually like accounting concepts, and I enjoy the professor. Liking the material and the way that it's taught to you is certainly something that I lacked while in previous schooling efforts, but I can't blame my lack of success at academic life on that. Though some of them, ahem ms. ruder, deserve to be publicly scolded for a complete lack of effort in lesson plan and technique, I can now understand that they were merely putting into teaching the kind of effort I put into schooling, very little. So now I see common ground with those lackluster teachers, they were just like me only paid to be there. So hats off to all those bad teachers, I get it now.
Anyway, this is about scholastic success, not the failures of uninspiring geometry teachers.
Last night Angie and I were both dreading class, we were exhausted from the weekend and the workday and it took a lot to go face what we were both pretty sure were awful test grades. Yet, surprise came to us immediately when we found we'd both done rather well on the test.
In case you wonder what night class at a city college looks like.
I know you can't tell, but that's the hollywood sign out the window of our classroom.
So we compute on, calculators against the current, borne back into ceaselessly into accounts of the past.
