Can I make a confession?
I'm not a good student.
I like to pretend I am sometimes. I even have segments of time when I try to be. There are quite a few people who seem to think I am, probably due to me liking to pretend that I am. But honestly? I'm not.
Don't get me wrong. I like school. I actually like it a lot, sometimes. There are classes that I can't get enough of. There are classes that I don't even have to study for and I get 110% in class, simply because I'm interested in the subject. My ballroom class last year, I never missed a single day. My developmental psychology class, I absolutely loved it. Tap? I wished the class was longer.
I don't mind homework. When a teacher assigns a chapter to read from the textbook, I'll read it. I'm usually good at going to class, depending on the class. There are some classes you can get away with not going to, especially when you do the actual reading.
I just...
I hate studying for tests.
I hate writing research papers.
I hate any writing, actually, that I don't feel like doing.
I hate reading things (like articles) and coming out the other end not knowing what it was even about.
I hate when I get behind on reading.
I hate the stress that comes when you have a test or paper in the next week.
Right now, I am mostly frustrated with myself. I signed up for a stupid Greek and Roman Mythology class and I have no idea why. I don't even like mythology! What the heck was I thinking? I was thinking I needed another class to sign up for and that class was open and worked with my schedule and it filled my last general credit that I needed.
Dumb. Really dumb. And now, because I'm not a great student and I'm at BYU now, I don't know how I'm going to get a good grade on the stupid midterm tomorrow.
What in the world am I doing at BYU?
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