yeah, that’s what my professor said today while she was handing me back my essay.
She gave me an 86,
but I probably deserved a lot less.
it honestly was nowhere near my best work.
not that my best work is what i was going for. because if we’re honest, what i really want is an A.
just like a lot of times, what I really want is to be a size 6.
because i believe, somewhere in the ugly parts of my heart, that numerical (or alphabetical) evaluations of me are the real ones, the ones that matter.
lemme lechoo in on a leeetle secret:
that being said, i’m going to go work on another final, and study some theories even though I’ve already finished the class ’cause FO REAL, DO, i have NO idea what the difference between REBT, CBT, and Existential Angst are.
and who doesn’t want to learn about angst?