Holy Hand Grenades! *relieeeeeeef!*
I got a 96.67% on my final paper! \0/ \0/ \0/
That makes my final grade a pretty dang respectable 97.3%.
Yes, yes, I know some of you are wondering why I was even nervous. I know I'm smart. I know I'm a good writer and a conscientious (to say the least!) student. (It has taken almost three decades to be comfortable in saying that.) But this paper was really a challenge for me. I'm not a historian. I haven't been this frustrated by an assignment in a long time. It's not the kind of thinking or writing I'm used to doing or even that I particularly like doing. Some of the books I read for the paper were wonderful, but others were fall-asleep-at-my-desk-boring treatises on the economics of agriculture, localism, et cetera. Most were in between. The topic is one that I love--sustainable ag--but the approach was one that I don't. I'm not a city girl, either, for a reason. I had to wrench the paper back time and again to an urban studies focus. It wasn't fun, which is rare for me to say of a writing assignment. I wish I could say that it was.
But I did it and, apparently, did it well. The professor said it was one of the best he'd read. Not bad for a non-city-girl and non-historian! I'm very happy.
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