courage.
I’ll admit, I am not a big fan of reading comments back on collegiate papers that I’ve turned in for classes(it’s something different with creative writing, I can handle almost any criticism of that…bizzarre). Most of the time I can get through them if I got a B or an A, that makes it much easier to stomach.
It’s been 3 months since I got my paper back for Fairy Tale class from last year at Pacifica. I got a C on that paper. A C in grad school…something dangerously low, almost as bad as a D in undergrad. The only thing is that at Pacifica, there are no bars to graduating if you’ve gotten a C. That made me feel better. after finding that out, I ignored the paper, because I didn’t have the guts to look at it.
That’s right, I’m a coward at heart. And a C at pacifica is possibly one of the worst things that could happen to me there. I just knew I had received it, and knew that it wasn’t going to screw up my graduation schedule, and I put the paper down. I knew that if I looked at it before the papers for both BSU and the fall quarter of 2005 at Pacifica, I would be completely demoralized and end up not finishing those papers.
And a good thing to. I’ve never been so disgusted with myself. I just read through the paper, read the comments, and my ears are burning. I read them all through, and at the end I spoke aloud to myself “I can’t believe you actually turned this in.”
The paper wasn’t bad for an undergrad paper…but I had written it for grad school. and I will freely admit that I am my harshest critic. Nothing anyone says to me usually has any affect…because I’ve said far worse to myself.
My ears are burning, and I feel slightly ill to my stomach. I can face down raging dogs, I can face down violently angry individuals, I can fight in armor in a sword match, and not be afraid.
but for me, courage is standing facing yourself. and it takes quite a while to work that courage up.