It was terrible. srsly.
Last night I went to check on a grade for a paper I turned in last week. It said I had 27%. Um, what?! I have never even gotten close to getting such a terrible grade on anything, even in math. I think of myself as a good student, I work hard and do well. Plus, I’m an achiever, doing well is what I thrive on, what I do. Failure is not an option. So I cried as Jason kissed my face and told me it was probably a mistake. Yeah, ok. And the thoughts kept coming: was it because I had uploaded it a few hours after 5 pm? Was the analysis really that awful? What had I done wrong?
I talked to my teacher today. She told me not to freak out before she had a chance to check it. Perhaps she had entered the grade incorrectly. No one got a 27% she told me. So I calmed down and waited. She emailed me later today to tell me that I got 27 out of 30 points. The gradebook said it was worth 100 points. So I got 90%. Ka-chow.