You know what, I learned something this semester. I developed as a student and a person, man. Although I've not yet experienced my final exam, according to my other two exams there was a quite the difference. D to an A. That's perty good, I'll take it. What else? I read, surprisingly, something. My initial plan wasn't to "crack," yet not fall through the cracks, a book in college. But that changed, but there's still a problem. I've yet to finish the heralded B.K. I may have learned something, but learning still takes time; and in my case, a lot of it. I'm still pushing through, but it's underwhelming to have yet finished.
The emotion that surprised me most this semester was actually coming to nearly every class. Not cause I had to, but I wanted to. The teaching and material was engaging, and that's hard to find. I know that our professor is immune to praise, but the complement is there for the taking. Also, what made the class even more tolerable, I mean fun, was the fact that many of the students were active and put their word out there for interpretation and critique. Yes, many were quieter, but that's everywhere. Yet, no one really dominated the room. It was very democratic and socialized. Props, yos.
I hope that I get the grade I want and deserve, but numbers and letters don't mean much in a world of imagination.
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