Well, I had mentioned a story about me getting a 98% on a book report once, and stated I'd tell the story. Well Krista had made a request to hear that story, so I'm going to tell that, and the story of the 9% grade she mentioned as well.
Ok, let's jump back to 1998, I was a senior in
high school, and was in English class, which also doubled as my college Compositions 101 and Literature 101. In this class we had a specified number of books we had to read over the course of the class, and this particular round, I had chosen to read
The Martian chronicles. I don't really remember much about the book, or the report that I gave except for this. To close my speech, I didn't really have a good ending so I simply stated, that
if you are into Science Fiction and...then this would be a good book for you.
Our
instructor sat at the back of the room grading our presentation as we delivered them, and when we finished, she would critique us. Here is what I remember of my critique.
David, you were shooting for a 100% but your ending was trite, I'm giving you a 98%.
Ok, that's the story of my 98% report. Now that I think of it, I have another 98% story about a review over a piece of art I wrote in my Analysis of the Fine Arts class. I'll save the for another day. (Someone remind me of it though.)
Ok, here is my worst. It's my freshman year of
college and I'm madly in love with a German exchange student who had gone home about a month before school started (Note: We were never dating, just friends, we held hands on occasion, but never did anything more). Genius me decides that I want to impress her by learning to speak her native tongue, so I decide that I'm going to abandon the two years of high school Spanish that I know, and enroll in a college level German class, learn to speak it, and live happily ever after. Good plan, right? Wrong. I have never been so confused in my entire life (except for my database class where the instructor didn't know anything about databases). I did well at first, learning the alphabet, how to count, etc., etc., but as the classes continued they got harder. Also, to make matters worse I had an 8:00 AM class (Intro To Micro Computer Applications - in which I learned how to use Office 97, learned?, maybe not.) which I slept through most of the time, and then had an hour break before my German class. Well most days, I would still be awake at 8:00 AM, go sleep in that class, then go back to my dorm room and go to bed. Naturally this doesn't make my 10:00 AM German class an easy thing to make it to, but I managed to make it there enough not to fail because of attendance. Anyhow, I'm dragging this out. So, I'm struggling through class, and one day we take a test, the next day we got them back. I flip my test over checking both sides to see what my grade was, and I can't find it. Then I see a note of the bottom on the page that read
David,
It would have been a waste of my time to add up your score you did so bad, what happened?
I went ahead and took the liberty to add it up for her, and found I had gotten an 8% on the test. Needless to say, once that session was over, my next stop was the Student Advising Center to withdraw from the class. A few years later, I took a Spanish class to fulfill my foreign language requirement. On a side note, the relationship that I was sure was going to flourish kind of faded like my score in that class did too. Oh well, all the better.
Later,
David
