As a student, during the first weeks of school, your future seems bright. You eagerly begin your end of term projects, optimistic that you'll complete it weeks before the completion date. You proudly save your document, and smile at yourself. You are a shining example--a person to be admired. You tuck away your class syllabus, and reward yourself with a treat for your model behavior.
6 weeks Later:
CRAP. What did you save that project under? Did you finish it? Please say that you finished it. Hmm? Would it be entitled "Final Project"? Possibly. Alright. It's pulling up. PLEASE. Please be completed. Okay, here's the moment of truth: ....and it's only two paragraphs long.
I could have sworn that I'd worked on it. I mean, I was so confident about it at the beginning of the semester--what happened?
Night Before the end of the semester:
I DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE!!!
Later that night:
Why. Why do these things happen to me? I'm a good person. I deserve better than this. This is not my life.
Day that it's due:
Teacher says, "Alright. Thank you for turning in your assignments. I hope that the end result was something that you can be proud of. To reward your hard work, I'll be giving each of you a completion grade. As long as you made some effort, you'll be going home with an A."
The class erupts with cheers. However, I just want to cry. I worked my little tail off, and that's how she thanks me? That kid over there can't even spell his name, and he and I are getting the same grade?
There's no justice in this cruel, sad world. No justice whatsoever.
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