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December 16, 2009 by sandwichcontrol

No I’m not talking about Pure Hungarian Paprika. I’m talking about the feeling of being done with this semester.

The problem with this semester was that I started out the term with a negative attitude towards my classes. By the time I realized the damage that my attitude was doing it was too late to turn back. My grades obviously will be a reflection of that. The good news is that I passed everything. I got a C in Prob/Stats and a B in Psychology. I am waiting to see if my Nutrition teacher takes pity on me and gives me an A. I was on the razor’s edge between A and B in that class and I am wondering which way my Final tipped it.

Have we talked about the grading scale in my Nutrition class? Let’s, shall we? Since Nutrition is technically a Nursing class, the grading scale is a little more intense than the average class. The normals grading scale is as follows:

%               Grade

100-90        A

89-80          B

79-70          C

69-60         D

59-0           F

In the Nursing program, you must perform to a higher standard. So the grading scale is tougher. Anything below a C is failing because Nutrition is a required course for all Nursing students. The Nursing programs grading scale is as follows:

%              Grade

100-93         A

92-85           B

84-77           C

76-69          D

68-0            F

I had a 92% before the World Nutrition assignment, which I am sure that I aced. I am hoping that my perfect attendance, plus my non-Nursing major, and the fact that I out-performed most of the Nursing students wins me enough favor in my teacher’s gradebook to cinch the A. Goodness knows that my transcript needs it after this semester.

I have to say that I am pretty wiped out. These past 16 weeks have been pretty exhausting. I did not want to get up today.

Oh, who am I kidding? I never want to get out of bed in the Winter. The bed is all warm and toasty. Pancake Land is snoring her tiny cute little snore. And I can just nuzzle up to her booty and lay in her hair. If I get out of bed them I have to deal with alarm clocks, and whining dogs, and squawking birds, and the bitter bitter cold. Admit it, you don’t want to get outta bed either.

But, I’m up and I suppose that I should go to work. I mean, I didn’t get all dressed up, or rather just dressed, for nothin’. More soon. ~SC


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