A post overdue
So, I passed Spanish. I was rather concerned that I would not pass the class, therefore having to take it over. Through the grapevine, I had heard that my department would take a D as a passing grade, which after the final, I was convinced I would have one.The final was BRUTAL. It was 150 points which was quite a chunk of the final grade. Thirty of that came from a listening section in which I did rather well, nailing 30 of the 30 points. Then the rest of the final was 120 points.
That, didn't go so well.
I blistered it with a 67.5 of 120 points. Oh yeah, I'm fluent....not. I knew things weren't going to go well when all of the different verb tenses blew up in my face. My head was a mess thanks to the stress of the tenses. To top it off, the guy that proctored the final woke up in asshole mode. I looked his name up and he's not even in the department. He showed up in a suit and tie for a spanish final at 8 in the morning on a SATURDAY. Not only that, but he struck me as having a chip on his shoulder. I don't take well to verbal abuse when I'm stressed out.
Despite everything that went horribly wrong on the final, I ended up with a C for the class. I passed somehow, someway, but I'm not going to argue.
posted by Rusty @ 10:32 PM
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