Burplefrog!

I was quite depressed this afternoon because I got a B on my essay. Okay, now you're all rolling your eyes and thinking, I got a C+ this semester and I shed nary a tear! But I have reasons, man.

(1) I haven't gotten a B for an essay for a very long time.

(2) The Company doesn't actually tell us we must meet certain grades, but they did tell us that "no scholar has ever gotten less than second-uppers", in an ominous tone of voice. And currently, I am very close to (but not quite at) second-upper CAP.

(3) I WROTE OUT OF POINT. Or rather, I didn't write out of point, to the extent that writing out of point involves starting in the right place but then going off on some imaginary tangent. No, I completely misinterpreted the question and then proceeded to write a very focused essay on a question I wasn't being asked to answer. In the comments, my lecturer wrote: "Linette, this is a wonderful essay about (what I wrote about), but what the question was asking you to do was (what the question was actually about)." I know, I guess I should feel pleased that he told me it was wonderful, but I got the impression that it was a "trying to make you feel better" wonderful, and not a "this is a beautiful essay" wonderful.

And the worst part was, I was going to take the exam for the module that the essay was written for in about an hour. So I took my essay and stuffed it in my bag, went to The Deck to buy Milo, and then retired to a quiet bench at AS4 to brood over my essay and think dark thoughts like "WHAT IF I DO IT AGAIN?! WHAT IF I MISINTERPRET THE QUESTION AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IT?! EVEN IF I DO REALLY WELL FOR THIS PAPER THIS STUPID ESSAY IS GOING TO DRAG MY OVERALL MARKS DOWN!"

Dark times, dark times. I am still quite depressed thinking about it actually. It's in my bag now, radiating its evil aura of misinterpretation onto my tissue paper. I don't really want to look at it. I guess I should be grateful that I didn't fail the whole thing because I didn't answer the question, but, meh.

Also, I think election fever has gotten to me. I was scrolling through my news feed and saw these photo thumbnails of some people gathered under a red and yellow logo. I thought it was some sort of Workers' Party gathering. Upon closer inspection, though, I realised they were actually photos of someone's dinner at Manhattan Fish Market >_>