Whoa. I’m done. It’s done. My eggshell may be cracked, my bubble of pride may be decimated, and the trophy of bragging of my 4.0 has been sledged to bits: but Biology is OVER. I cannot express in words sufficient to relay the peace and relief I enjoy now.
The whole deal reminds me of an intense, mind-bending movie; where I, must at all costs defeat the Biology beast. I begin the duel, pockets stuffed with gumption and courage. But test after test, I tasted defeat. Some wise folks say, “Everything is about perspective, life is what you make it.” More than I’d like to admit, I lay apathetic and beat down in my own pity party. The brilliant thing about it is: an end always exists. While the going might get brambly, “A job worth doing, is a job worth doing well,” in the astute words of my father. In the hairy, ridged times, I could either throw in the white towel or put head down and run straight into that proverbial wall of bricks. I thank Ms. Kerschner for pushing my limits, allowing me to mature as a person. Undoubtedly there will be courses tougher than my biology class but next time, maybe, just maybe, I will get an A. Because hard work ALWAYS pays off.