You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

"You really do have raw talent. You're gonna go far, kid. You're gonna be great." Those were the words from the man who harassed me about paint and straight edges and my highlights being to bright. I didn't see it coming. I went in to pick up my last project to complete my portfolio, and this is what he told me. "With each project, I set the standards for you higher and higher." Although I only achieved B's on each project, he told me that by the third project, I was getting pure A+'s when compared to other classmates work. Now, I'm happy that he said that, but I'm still only going to get a B for the class. I guess that's because I missed class 4 times, only two of which I was sick. The other two, I really did sleep through the alarm clock and I did feel bad about it. I guess a B is better than nothing, and the compliments really did flatter me.

Other teachers, I'm not to happy with. Well, just one. I haven't been worried about psychology at all this semester until the other night. I was looking at my grades to find half of them missing. After e-mailing my teacher, I found that because I was late to class on certain days we had quizzes, those quizzes did not count. Now, I'm scared beyond all belief. I have no room to talk, it's in the syllabus. It's like I did it to myself. Every time I was late though, it was because of parking. I know, it's not the best excuse, but it's not like we have the best parking system in the world. Any student can agree with that. So now, I have no clue. I don't even need my Psychology classes anymore because at UNT, I'm not going to need it as a minor, Education will be my minor. Some things I wish I could go and change though.