I tell you what, it is a relief to hear that that happens. Because I thought it happened with me, but no, the A- was my real grade, but I was afraid I was a grade-grubbing freak.
Oh, yeah. Totally. I have that fear all the time. The only reason I really pressed it in this case was because the teacher flat out told me last semester that I was getting an A, and then when I saw my grades it was an A-, and I was going crazy trying to figure out what had changed from the last time I had spoken to him, since we hadn't turned in any additional materials. And I was still afraid I was going to get the "An A- is not a bad grade" speech. Which I hate.
Put me in the "not watching SotU because I'd like to still have a TV in the morning" category.
Me, too. We're watching Batman:TAS.
The only reason I really pressed it in this case was because the teacher flat out told me last semester that I was getting an A,
My big justification was that I didn't know what I had gotten on the final project that was 40% of my grade, so I just asked about that. Luckily, no speech, since it was all via email.
Instead of the SotU, DH and I watched an ep of Queer Eye off the Tivo. It seemed fitting.
I'll read the transcript tomorrow, but I doubt there'll be any surprises. Blah blah Iraq, blah blah 9/11, blah blah social security, blah blah mandate blah blah freedom, rinse repeat.
My big justification was that I didn't know what I had gotten on the final project that was 40% of my grade, so I just asked about that. Luckily, no speech, since it was all via email.
Oh, I see. Actually, I've been in that exact same situation, too. Unfortunately, the teacher is a little spacey (and I love her, and still talk to her to this day, and sometimes just hang out with her), and I have never been able to get her to focus enough to tell me what my final grade was, that managed to bring down my grade enough that it worked against the perfect attendance, extra credit things, and straight A's on all the rest of the projects. Grades can be very frustrating.
But not nearly as frustrating as the SotU.
Grades can be very frustrating.
True that.
But not nearly as frustrating as the SotU.
True THAT.
I thought I'd pay bills and watch. Double my pleasure, double my fun.
Hey! Annabel just stood on her own, for like two whole seconds, before reaching out to the playpen wall for support again!
Genre: French for "has its own section at Barnes & Noble"
I got it from this guy's blog. He's a Christian book editor, and I was expecting to be annoyed because I'm so turned off by the contents of your average Christian bookstore, but he's actually got interesting things to say about writing and publishing in general, and he'd like to see Christian fiction that pushes boundaries. I still can't imagine myself ever writing the stuff, but I'd like reading it more if he were a typical editor.
Off for choir practice. My challenge will be to get a CD into the car stereo before the radio comes on, because it's set to NPR and I might have to hear a few seconds of the SotU.
I thought I'd pay bills and watch. Double my pleasure, double my fun.
Wow, Jesse. Are you sure you don't want my office-mate to come hang out with you too? To complete the trifecta of fun?
Very cool, Susan.
Hey! Annabel just stood on her own, for like two whole seconds, before reaching out to the playpen wall for support again!
Go Annabel!! Susan, I love that picture. We have the same model play yard. Owen has figured out how to follow the walls all the way around and peers over the edge to watch me on the computer but he hasn't been brave enough to venture a free-standing moment as of yet.
