Ok, so when I first sent out the email notifying family that Felin had created a blog, I mentioned that sometime I would post something about my chemistry class. That time has arrived.
First, a little background about myself and scholastics: I like to do well in my classes. In fact, I like to be the best in my classes. When I was in second grade I remember deciding that I would be valedictorian, or at least salutatorian. I also wet my pants in class the same year because I didn't want to take the time to go to the bathroom before handing my assignment in, so that I could be the first one done. I had a 4.0 in high school (granted, it was RMHS), and then I came to BYU. My ideals slipped a little bit my first semester (3.14), but have been on the rise ever since. When I was coming back to BYU for my first semester after my mission, I overheard some advice given by some post-college grads to a new freshman. They told her that if she had a professor that was going to be tough, then she should get out quick. I couldn't believe my ears! I felt that we were here to learn and that avoiding work wasn't the way. Example: Through all my classes (not just chemistry), I have missed only one class period this semester, because I was taking Elin to the airport. I do every reading, I go to every lab/recitation, and I do extra problems. When my scores drop, I work more. Well, things change. Now I am in my 5th semester, and I am taking Chem 105.
Chem 105 is one of the most dreaded GE classes on campus. I was nervous about it, because of things I had heard and because I have never taken a chemistry class (big mistake, I know). The class started out fine, although the homework was brutal. My effort on my first test garnered a 75%, right on the class average. My second test, which I felt well prepared for, came out to a 70%, while the class average rose. Not good. Last Friday I took my third test. 50%. Yeah. My worst score on any assignment, ever. Since then, I have heard that the class average was 68%, and a kid behind me in class said he got a 35%. That doesn't make me feel better--that makes me mad.
Let me tell you what a test score like that does to me: it crushes my ideals. It makes me want to look for the easiest professor around, and take classes only from him (or her, as the case may be). It makes me NEVER want to do chemistry again. I actually didn't pick the book up till yesterday, and for me, that is a long time. It makes me not want to go to class. After that test, I didn't want to do any homework in any class. It makes me want to change my major to that Family-something major that all females outside of education are in. I am pretty sure that a monkey could get a 50% on a test, without going to class or doing homework, so why should I? The only chemistry I want to know and do is one that would allow me to do what's demonstrated below to the chemistry building.
That's all, I am done. Enough time has passed from the time I got the score and started this blog that I am too calm to complain more. Pity.
