A Curious Girl: An A in Psychology. Yay!

I've noticed this thing with grades.

If I get a C in English Lit. (which I never do) my immediate reaction would be "Oh my LIFE! A 'C'! What the hell did I do wrong?"

If I got it in Biology, I'd say, "A 'C'." And sulk for a bit.

If I got it in Chemistry, with Lesley C, I'd say, "A 'C'? Oh well."

With John E., the reaction would be "Another 'C'?"

In Psychology, I wouldn't even flinch. "Oh, a 'C'."

And what brought this on? Well. I didn't get any Cs today. I didn't get any Bs either, although if I calculate the score to my Chemistry Topic 4 test it might come out as such. No.

I got an A in Psychology!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

She said it was well researched, although could have done with stuff on Crutchfield and minority influence, as well as anti-conformists. I forgot about those, because we hadn't done them in class at the time the essay was set. I think all the stuff I found on social facilitation, which hasn't even been mentioned so far, got me the grade.

Good old Chris T.

Oh well. Here is my designed-to-cheer-myself-up list of good things that happened today.

1. I got to school on time. And had breakfast beforehand, albeit a Nutrigrain bar and a chicken wing.

2. I saw Emma Jardin. I have no idea of the correct way to refer to her, as I respect her and admire her extremely, and she doesn't teach me. She was my English teacher in Yr. 9, young, fun, and extremely good at her job. In my opinion, I mean, she gave me a lot of high marks, so I may be slightly biased (although my GCSE English teacher gave me high marks too). I think the lowest she ever gave me was about 18/20. I saw her first thing, and said hello and nice-to-see-you-back. Didn't say much more because a friend with arms spread wide was coming towards me, which leads me onto...

3. I saw Sara and later Abi. Briefly. It would have been nice to have talked for longer, but never mind, we are back at school so we will have plenty of time to muck around. Saz said Abi called her at five past eight this morning to ask, "Did we have any homework?" A bit late I feel.

4. I worked with someone I've never worked with, and therefore probably did some thingummy-jig which means I have gained experienced in interpersonal communication. Or some other such crap. I worked with Eleanor in Chemistry, as Elaine was away. Was it something sensitive in John E. that made him put me with another girl? Or was he just programmed that way? Maybe I should call him R. John E., but this is especially disrespectful, although Asimov robots are the coolest. We did iodine extraction, using seaweed, sulphuric acid, hydrogen peroxide and petroleum spirit, or something. And water, don't forget that! We had to separate off the iodine solution at the end, and we left the stopper in the separating funnel so we kept getting air bubbles, then a load of brown liquid settled in the bottom and refused to come out, then all the iodine diffused into it, so we couldn't tell the difference, so we just couldn't be bothered, poured the rest out and shoved it on the shelf as it was. Of all the solutions, ours was the darkest!! I found this quite funny actually, hence why I have recorded this under good things. Chemistry is so fiddly, sometimes I feel like Mildred Hubble (The Worst Witch) or Neville Longbottom (Harry Potter) in a potions lesson. At least we don't have to drink it afterwards.

4. Nicola got an offer from Brunel. Yay! This was the Uni she especially wanted.

5. I got through the Canterbury Tales work alive... And Digby R. was actually smiling at the end of my description of the knight. Although being a bit of a pacifist, I couldn't say what I thought it him without adding "Well, Chaucer thinks..." at the beginning. I personally think he's a disgusting, narrow-minded murderous hypocrite. But maybe I've been reading too much Louise Lawrence. (Khian in The Warriors of Taan isn't a bad comparison)

6. I talked to David. Oh *sigh*. And the even better thing is, I didn't find myself thinking about him obsessively afterwards. I just smiled to myself and went to Communication.

7. I got an A in Psychology!!! I know you know, but I'm pleased.

8. I handed in my competition entry. Six poems, the occasional rhyme, but all in all, it's rather post-modernist. Actually, I just said that because it sounds impressive. Rhyming in poems is usually either incompetant or antiquated, so I left it out.

9. I read a new message in my guestbook. Then I read her diary all the way through and I'm going to do some reading on ME later on tonight, as Alice suffers from ME and although I know Fiona had it, I'm not entirely sure as to what it's like, so a bit of broadening the mind would be in order.

10. I did some research on the Japanese American stuff. Really interesting actually.

11. I learned some Esperanto. Saluton!

Not bad, huh? 11 good things in one day? It's rather cheering. Ah well. Woke up this morning feeling a bit delicate. Things have been preying on my mind, so much so I'm thinking of deleting my e-mail address "i-love-carl-jung@psycho-analyst.co.uk" and getting "i-hate-carl-jung@psycho-analyst.co.uk". It's just every now and again I feel like I am not a nice person, and feel, like St. Jerome (I think), that I should go off somewhere and whip myself for my sins. I know I don't have to, because God is content that Jesus got whipped, beaten, mocked and crucified, but I still feel bad. So I wasn't in the mood to wear my cheeky t-shirt. Feeling a bit too sensitive for any remarks. I blame everything on learning Psychology. The sad thing is, that because I've learned psychology, I know this is only projection. Damn.

Ah well, never mind. I'll keep on trying to follow Jesus.

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