Recipe for Disaster

Step one.
"Oh, sure guys, I'll take BIOS 206 with you. I mean, I'm no good at biology but it should be fun to suffer through our natural sciences credits together.

Step two.
"Well, I mean...my grade on the first test wasn't that bad, I should have to study too much harder for the second one."

Step three.
"Hmm...I have a test in three hours. I haven't even read two of the chapters it's over. But that's okay, I mean I'm going to fail anyway. I probably won't fail TOO epic-ly."

Step four.
"Err...well, I guessed on ninety percent of these questions. There's no point in re-reading them. It seems weird that I finished that test in ten minutes, but I'm sure I'm not giving myself enough credit. I mean...educated guesses will get me SOME points at least."

I am chastising myself so heavily right now that I'm not even sure I should be blogging, it'll just come out sounding like a bunch of self-loathing mopery. Is it an appropriately strong reaction to want to crawl in a hole and drop out of school just because I might not make the Dean's List this quarter? Maybe I should do the math first. I mean, I can't possibly get like...worse than a C in that class as long as I retake the first two tests. And he won't let us retake the final or anything, but I DO have my online quiz grades to consider and I'll just promise myself to study super-hard for the final and maybe I can continue my "have never gotten below a B- in a college course" streak.

What have we learned, children?

Don't take a class you know you'll do poorly in just because your friends are taking it too.

and more importantly,

Don't underestimate your own capacity for failure.

Epiphany.

I've had one.

(tbc after Psych lecture)