No! I’m not talking about a venereal disease (My Tracy’s a clean teen). I’m talking about Valentine’s Day. Yep – I survived the day mostly unscathed even though it was the first Valentine’s Day in 11 years that I didn’t have a “valentine”. No flowers. No candy. No dinner. No card. No kiss. Not even a phone call or email. Nada.
I just worked all day and went to class at night. Thank you, Hallmark, for making me feel like a leper.
Oh! And to top it off, I got my first paper back for one of my classes and I got a B! Shit! That’s the lowest grade I’ve received at Harvard. I’ve completed 8 classes so far and the lowest grade I’ve ever recieved was an A-minus. My goal was to graduate with all A’s…but at this rate, I’m not so sure that’s going to be possible anymore.
Making matters worse, this was a fluff paper! Since class just started 3 weeks ago, it was simply a 3 page paper explaining my existing knowledge of higher education. He was basing the grade more on the format and my ability to make concise statements. Content wasn’t the key factor.
That makes it even more degrading. Not only am I not smart, but I’m apparently illiterate, too. YAY ME!
Dammit - it was Valentine’s Day…where’s the love?
*one of my favorite quotes from John Waters’ movie “Hairspray” when Tracy is accused of having roaches in her hair.
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