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I’ve been tweeting about this all afternoon, so apologies to anyone reading this post and thinks I’m tooting my own horn. Okay okay, I am tooting my own horn. Just not redundantly so. For this is the For Eternal Posterity post.
I am pleasantly shocked that I passed everything. On the intellectual level, I’m not surprised. I’ve complained at length about the amount of hand-holding and general babying of students that is ongoing in my first year – I mean, one of my courses, Learning to Learn, effectively involves the staff at the college watching us in case we start to fall behind and drop out. It’s just dressed up some as instruction in professional skills such as public speaking and report writing.
My emotional reaction is completely different: I feel very disappointed. There’s no real sense of achievement in my grades. Take Systems: I missed most of my classes in the second-half of the semester; I didn’t do any of our last lab book assignment on RAM; I made a conscious decision to focus my time and energies elsewhere in favour of scraping a pass, because I found Systems to be soul-crushingly boring.
And in the face of this I scored 78%. Technically an A. Now, this grade can vary as I still have my January 6 exam, but I’ve been told that my “carry-over” grade is enough to comfortably pass.
My score in maths is in line with my know-how: Tentative 62%, before the the result of my last test (today) is added. I’ve been assured that it is a pass, however.
I won’t even bother relaying my early grades for Creative Media, Games Appreciation, Introduction to Programming or Learning to Learn. I’ve passed comfortably.
First year, first semester. It will get harder. My expectations will continue to be let down until I’m crying tears of blood in frustration.