Creative Thinking and an interesting lesson

I finally got my final creative results and.... they haven't changed one iota. I guess its to be expected. I am well aware what i say is public so i will be careful. I was inititally graded B- for my CT class and apparently, most of my classmates were graded the same. There was furor over this and the prof had to reexamine his scoring.

Of course, not all students would be graded higher - I was one of those students. I am not bitter over it but the rationale behind it sounds strange to my ears. Then again, perhaps it is something that I knew all along but never actually came to terms with and it is this.

My articulation blows. I know that my vocabulary is wide enough but my skill in its usage is way below what i would expect. I realise this when i find myself unable to communicate what i want to say in a way that someone else can easily understand. Also, i am unable to write in such a way that when someone reads it, he or she will understand.

It is no mean task to do so and i set this task before me: To do what it takes to make myself a better communicator in both written and spoken word. I am unsure how to even begin this task but suffice to say, its my new resolution and one i will keep working on if it kills me.

Atrocious articulation indeed

The worse time of year

And now I rant, most of the semester's results are in and suffice to say, i did not do well at all. I tried my very but most of the results fell short of what i was expecting. The stress of doing well is very real; losing the scholarship is very real. I forsee that if the next semester is the same, i very might well lose what I have fought so hard to retain.

I did horrifically for Econs and rightly so, i never understood the concepts from the beginning and i was never challenged by it - I was downright flummoxed.

And apparently, topics that i enjoyed i did not do as well either. Accounting was a total let down and Creative Thinking i won't even get to. I am not satisfied with the way things turned out. I don't like whiners, and i am not going to whine myself.

Least to say, my view of how things work has changed dramatically and my overall mood to it all has become very grim. A pale shadow hangs over my soul and I hear a dirge being sung, time will tell if it is my own.