So, I turned in that nightmare of a paper to Prof Simon last week and less than twelve hours later I found an email telling me that it had been graded. First, I had to remind myself that my heart didn’t belong in my throat. A few good breaths placed it back in my chest where it belongs. Second, I couldn’t decide if I was more excited or terrified to find out my grade. After all this is the same guy that seemingly gets his rocks off from telling well-meaning students that the work they’ve done isn’t remotely close to accurate.
After some consideration about waiting to see my grade until after work (not certain that I could take the criticism without some tears) I decided I couldn’t stand to wait all day. ONE… TWO… THREE… OPEN!
It’s a 90% but I’ll take it! He’s actually offering people the chance to rewrite their papers to try to get higher grades. I politely told him that I would pass on his offer and accept the 90 happily. Nice!