I just failed a midterm, and I do not use that term in an over dramatic, Mallory-is-being-a-total-fatalist sense. I mean that term in the I’m-lucky-if-I-even-got-a-50 sense. Yes, people, seriously.
The list of reasons why I’d end up with such a bad day is relatively succint. I’ve put it together as such:
- I do not listen in class. He doesn’t speak English very well, so I thought it was a fair compromise. I don’t do (many) obnoxious things; I certainly don’t sleep. I sit there, quietly for the most part, and do other homework. This is great, as it serves a 3 hour chunk of time for me to be productive with. This is bad because I DO NOT LEARN THINGS. Things that end up on the midterm.
- I know aboslutely shit about international anything. I can talk about Marketing and Demographics until the cows come home. I know a bit here and there about business models and adaptive reasoning because cultural understanding is the key to financial success (thank you, PUMA). But when you ask me about mixed markets? The only answer you’re going to get is the sad chirping of the crickets. Or, on a good day, perhaps a musical number from Singin’ in the Rain. Which leads me to…
- I am not a business major. I’m not even a business minor. I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to take this class as an “easy A”. Never take a 300 level class in which you have no background as an “easy” anything your LAST SEMESTER. Take it your first semester, so you have three and a half years to nurse your GPA back to health. Goodbye, 3.9. Hello, median-bell-curve performance.
I’m getting ready to start my application for FIT (today, this afternoon) and study for my GREs (also today, this afternoon) and though I know that in the bigger picture this midterm is almost wholly inconsequential (let’s face it, it will take more than one test for me to tank the class, and more than one class to kill my GPA), I cannot help but feel that if I can’t rally myself to get enthusiastic about this class now… I am a lost cause for obtaining my masters’ in the area.
So I had a conversation with myself to the tune of:
Me: What’s your problem? You just tanked.
Self: Thanks. I know.
Me: And you want to get your masters in this? Are you on drugs?
Self: No!!!! And if I was, I wouldn’t share with you. You’re being a bitch.
Me: Suck it up. Seriously. You think FIT is going to let you in if you keep eating it like this in the class that’s supposed to be a feel-out of this curriculum? You’re mental. And you’re stupid. You had better come up with a backup plan, or get your shit together.
Self: OH YEAH??? Well… Fuuuuuck. You’re right.
Me: You love this kind of curriculum.
Self: Yes, I do.
Me: You’re good with the abstract reasoning side.
Self: Yes, I am.
Me: You’re even interested in the factual stuff you don’t know yet. What’s the problem?
Self: … Can we get a cup of coffee?
Me: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Self: You know it really pisses me off when I’m not as smart as everyone else.
Me: Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth right now?
Self: It’s VALID! I’m a smart person! There’s no reason!
Me: So learn your shit.
Self: … Maybe you have a point.
Me: I always have a point. And then no one can say anything to you about anything.
Self: … Ok.
Self: So… … can we get coffee now?
Me: Why do I even tolerate you?
You have those conversations with yourself, too. Don’t pretend you don’t. I’m not buying your shit. The bottom line is that I haven’t taken a test in over two years, and I flopped. Hardcope floppage. I need to take my text book, curl up and take this seriously.
Because, I don’t have much room for failure in the future, and I especially have to be impressive in this class becuase it’s going to be the only one in my transcripts that will mark whether or not I’m a qualified candidate to study this at FIT.
Which, today, even I am questioning.
But here’s what I know. I know that I love this industry and I love this business. It’s fascinating. And enthralling. And I forget sometimes that I need reminding of those things. Also, I’m a high-maintenance girl who needs to perform in order to be able to command a salary that will accommodate my absurd lifestyle. And where the love of my work and the want to excel professionally sometimes lacks in serving as sufficient motivation to balance my time wisely and proportionately prioritize everything I need to focus on so that nothing falls through the cracks… Considering a life without unlimited shoe-buying potential bridges those gaps and gets me back on track.
Judge me if you want to, but I’m leaving this blog post with a renewed conviction to kick ass and take names in this class, this industry and this godforsaken quest for education.
Whatever gets you out of bed and dressed some days, right? Some days, you have to show up and perform. Most days, though, simply being out of bed and dressed will get you credit. The good news is that tomorrow is one of the latter. The bad news is that today was one of the former, and though my outfit was cute, my performance lacked.
It happens. It won’t happen like this again, as my perspective is effectively restored.
Which reminds me… I have to get the rest of my Halloween costume today. Ok… one more.