Well, I’m being lazy right now. I want to post pictures of the stuff I’ve been knitting, but I’m too lazy to get up and get the camera.
So, I thought I would share a good tidbit. Y’all know that I finished taking finals the week before last. Well, one of my professors had already sent me an email letting me know that I had an A in his class. One down, one to go.
I’ve been sitting on pins and needles waiting for the other grade. Basically, I’ve been nervous…afraid that someone is going to pull the rug out from under my feet and tell me that I have to take another class.
The class I took (that I’ve been patiently awaiting the grade for) was Military History of the United States. Why in the world would I take this class, you might wonder. Well, basically I had no choice. As a history minor, I had two classes left to take, and this and the other one (History of England, 1689-present) were the only two upper level classes offered this term.
I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the Military History class. What a different perspective I have now! But, the professor, who has a great reputation, was tough. I made a 75 on his mid-term…very unlike me. I also had been given two 80’s on papers that I had written. Again, unlike me. I’m used to making A’s on everything. In fact (not to brag), I’ve carried a 4.0 since I began my journey as an adult college student. I did not intentionally set out to do this, but when, term after term, I received A’s, well, it just seemed natural to expect that out of myself.
However, with this being my last term, I was just ready to be done. So, I was concerned. What would I make on my long paper and final? Would I pass? At this point, I realized that I would not make an A, but I just wanted to make a C or better. Last week, I found out that I made a 100 on my long research paper! Wow! After the 80’s, it was a pleasant surprise. So, I waited for my grade on the final, which I thought I did o-k-a-y on, but not great.
Who, in their right mind, can be expected to know the details of air combat during the second world war or the Vietnam War? Not your average female, that’s for sure.
Anyhow, the professor just sent an email letting us know that everything had been graded. I nervously clicked on my shortcut to get me to the school site, dreading every moment. Clicking on the link that said “Grades,” I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Grade on Final: 100
Huh? What’s this? How did I do that? You mean I answered both three-page essay question thoroughly and, most importantly, correctly???
Grade for the Term: 91%
Huh? That’s an A, right? I quickly retrieve his syllabus to check the grading scale. Yep, 90-100 equals an A.
I started crying tears of joy and relief. I passed. More than that, I maintained my 4.0.
It’s tough to be a perfectionist. I learned some lessons along the way. God does not expect perfection…just my best. And that’s what I offered, through His grace every day. I was ready to settle for less than an A, believing that I had honored God with my efforts. That’s all He asks. He provided the icing on the cake. Wow!
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