First two grades

Well well well. I've had my first two tests in my two classes and regardless of what anyone thinks, I'm very proud of myself. Let's start with Psychology. For starters, I absolutely love that class. I was shooting for an A on my first test. I was positive that's what I'd get. What I ended up with was a B. I was satisfied, although I still wish I could've pulled that A. Next time around, I'm definitely getting an A. Mark my words! :)

Moving right along to Algebra. I was always pretty good at math until I was introduced to that dreadful algebra. I firmly believe that letters have no place in the math world. I don't think people should have to add or multiply letters to numbers. That's a little strange to me. But regardless of how I feel, I have to deal with it. So I sat in my class the first two weeks as my professor talked gibberish -which is essentially what algebra sounds like to me- and tried to make sense of it.

We were given our first test and needless to say, I did horribly. I'd rather not disclose the exact grade. For a moment, I felt that it was all hopeless, and that I was wasting mine and the professor's time, but I didn't want to give up. Last night I was working on my lastest homework packet for algebra, and I'll be damned. I knew what the hell I was doing. So far there are about 3 problems that I've gotten stuck on, and skipped for now, but everything else I completely understand. I'm so proud of myself. I think I'll do a lot better on the next test.

Now here's the irony of the whole thing. In Psychology the professor said that over all as a class, we did OKAY, and that there were only about two A's. I turned out to be one of those people that did fairly well. In Algebra the professor said over all as a class we did PRETTY GOOD, I turned out to be at the bottom of the barrell with a terrible grade.

But as I said, I'm still very proud of myself.