At the end of each semester, out of curiosity, I would log-in to check my grades. Whatever the screen reported would always have this lukewarm and haft hearted feeling that gives me nothing more but an urge to shrug. However, the last 2 semesters have been pleasantly surprising. As I study the repetition of A is each row, my brows would pull closer together in puzzlement and my gut would swell in pride. And I softly whisper to myself: what the what!?!
The classes this year has been harder and more time consuming than any other combination of classes I have taken on campus. And I wonder if it is a sign of my maturity. A sign of my understanding of how classroom work. Maybe. A sign of the progress of my intellectual capacity.
As I wonder these things, my jaw would hang open and occasionally repeating "what the what" in soft monotone hums.
Honest though, I think its cause I have different study habits. The habit being that I study at all, do assignments and sometimes would skim the book before I head to bed. I mean, I just put some effort. Not that I am toting a wheeled bag full of text books around or anything. Now, I live at home, am unattached in my social involvement, am distancing my sluttier, more outgoing days, and took a job with no responsibilities. I have a lot of ideal and free time to do silly filler things like assignments.
If I had a time machine and decided to take a trip back 2 years for coffee with myself, I would face a mean-ass punk who would look at me full of disgust. And I’m sure I would get laugh at and slap around by the tan, blond b. And the only thing I would have to cling on to my dignity would be my neat and clean repetitive rows of A’s.
After-all, most of the accomplishments that I hold high today are his doing. And this me, with this new discovery of my ability to achieve in conventional ways, do I want to sit across from him giving him tit-for-tat?
And I wonder, who would laugh last?
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