Rose of Eden
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IJWTS- That the last 24 hours have seriously been an insane roller coaster ride! 
Last night I check my email. And there it is. The email about our final closed memos for my Legal Research & Writing class. Grades are in.
The whole night I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about my grade. About everything I did wrong on that memo.
I go to Contracts this morning; still haven't gotten a chance to pick up my graded memo yet. By this time, rumors are flying around the tiny law campus faster than the juiciest breakup gossip. Highest grade given was a 41/50, lowest grade was a 20/50, average grade was only a 30. And after further investigation, these rumors were proven to be true for my section and my professor.
And then I heard the horror stories: someone in another class got a 16/50, another person only got a 10, a male student in my class yelled at my professor and threw a book across the room in her office because of how terrible his grade was! At this point, I was terrified.
I couldn't focus at all during Contracts. All I kept thinking was What if I'm the 20? What if I'm the 20? WHAT IF I GOT THE 20??????!!!!!!!
Contracts is over. (Finally!) Then...the dreaded walk to my professor's secretary to get my memo. The walk was especially long. And lonely. It felt like a walk on a plank, like a walk to my death. I get to the building. It's right there, my graded memo is just a few feet away. One minute from now, I'll know my fate in Legal Research & Writing. I start having a panic attack.
The memos! They're in bins, on the wall. My section! There it is, third bin from the top: A1. My name! I file through a few other students' names and there it is: a large white envelope with my name printed on it. I hold it and stare at it for a good ten seconds, frightened. Then I'm frantically ripping at it!
The whole time my mind is replaying the facts: Highest grade was a 41/50. Lowest grade was a 20/50. Average was a score of 30.
I finally get the envelope open. A thick stack of paper, stapled together. A grading rubric placed at the top. I scan it. No red marker. I frantically flip through the rest of my memo, looking for a big red score. Nothing. I look back at the rubric, reading it more carefully. Comments: Blah blah blah, I can read those later! Total possible points: 50. Total Points Earned: ... I flip the page.
Please be good! Please be good! Dear Lord, please don't let me be the 20!!!!!!!
Deep breath.
And there it is: my score. I see it. And my heart stops.
I'm the 41.
I'M THE 41!! I'M THE HIGHEST!!! I'M THE CURVE!!!!!!!
I started screaming and dancing right there in the middle of the parking lot of the Administration building!
And then I skipped and danced my way back to the Commons Hall!
And the rest of the day, I was on such a ridiculous high! Life was GREAT!!!
So yeah, that was my crazy awesome day, told in GIFs! 
Last night I check my email. And there it is. The email about our final closed memos for my Legal Research & Writing class. Grades are in.
The whole night I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about my grade. About everything I did wrong on that memo.
I go to Contracts this morning; still haven't gotten a chance to pick up my graded memo yet. By this time, rumors are flying around the tiny law campus faster than the juiciest breakup gossip. Highest grade given was a 41/50, lowest grade was a 20/50, average grade was only a 30. And after further investigation, these rumors were proven to be true for my section and my professor.
And then I heard the horror stories: someone in another class got a 16/50, another person only got a 10, a male student in my class yelled at my professor and threw a book across the room in her office because of how terrible his grade was! At this point, I was terrified.
I couldn't focus at all during Contracts. All I kept thinking was What if I'm the 20? What if I'm the 20? WHAT IF I GOT THE 20??????!!!!!!!
Contracts is over. (Finally!) Then...the dreaded walk to my professor's secretary to get my memo. The walk was especially long. And lonely. It felt like a walk on a plank, like a walk to my death. I get to the building. It's right there, my graded memo is just a few feet away. One minute from now, I'll know my fate in Legal Research & Writing. I start having a panic attack.
The memos! They're in bins, on the wall. My section! There it is, third bin from the top: A1. My name! I file through a few other students' names and there it is: a large white envelope with my name printed on it. I hold it and stare at it for a good ten seconds, frightened. Then I'm frantically ripping at it!
The whole time my mind is replaying the facts: Highest grade was a 41/50. Lowest grade was a 20/50. Average was a score of 30.
I finally get the envelope open. A thick stack of paper, stapled together. A grading rubric placed at the top. I scan it. No red marker. I frantically flip through the rest of my memo, looking for a big red score. Nothing. I look back at the rubric, reading it more carefully. Comments: Blah blah blah, I can read those later! Total possible points: 50. Total Points Earned: ... I flip the page.
Please be good! Please be good! Dear Lord, please don't let me be the 20!!!!!!!
Deep breath.
And there it is: my score. I see it. And my heart stops.
I'm the 41.
I'M THE 41!! I'M THE HIGHEST!!! I'M THE CURVE!!!!!!!
I started screaming and dancing right there in the middle of the parking lot of the Administration building!
And then I skipped and danced my way back to the Commons Hall!
And the rest of the day, I was on such a ridiculous high! Life was GREAT!!!
So yeah, that was my crazy awesome day, told in GIFs!
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