68 or 70?
"I know that I did well on that paper", I tell myself as I jaunt towards my classroom on the first floor near the door. I have nothing to worry about. I worked hard and I have always been told that hard work pays off. I take a deep breath before opening the door to room 1006. Why am I so nervous? It is just an assignment.I step forward and make the move. I am in. With clammy hands and a racing heart, I make my way to my seat in the second row overlooking where my teacher stands. Seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours. "What is taking her so long," I ask myself. The way that I am feeling right now, you would think this is the first time I have ever waited to recieve a marked paper.
After an hour and fifteen minutes of gritting my teeth, playing with my hair and wiping my sweaty hands, the teacher begins to call out names. She is finally returning our papers, after holding them for a month.
"Jessie Anderson. Marcus French. Marty Goddard..... Marquita Stewart."
I slowly approach the front of the room and reach my hand out to hold my paper. I look down shyly, as I pull it out of her hands. I glance down at my paper, as I quickly walk out the door.
"It can't be too bad, the first page isn't marked up too bad." I turn the pages curiously as I make my way to the final page. At the bottom I see a big 68% written in red ink. I am so disappointed. I don't get anything below 70% on any English paper. "Where did I go wrong,"I question myself as I read the comments written so boldly in red ink. "What? I don't have a clear arguement? This is bologne!"
All of a sudden my anxiety about recieving my paper has turned to anger. I scuff my feet and pick up the pace. I am not even sure where I am going, but, I am going fast. Unknowingly, my feet take me to the Braun Building, which is fairly close by. I stamp up 3 flights of stairs sputtering foulities about my marker. I am out of breath and can't wait to beat on my instructors door.
Knock. Knock.
"Hi Marquita. You aren't looking very happy."
"You've nailed that one right on the head. What is with TAs? They mark way too critically and never have anything nice to say. They are so self rightious and I'm sure thier marking is all a power trip."
"Slow down, what is the problem?"
"68% and many 3 o'clock in the mornings leading to this stupid assignment is my problem! I have never got below a 70 on a paper and I want you to remark it. She was just being harsh and unfair."
The teacher eaches out to grab my paper. I pull my hand back.
"She says I do not have a clear arguement; I have anarguement for her! Do you remember when I came to see you and you helped me make my thesis statement? Well, that is what I used. So, I guess she is saying that you can't make a clear arguement. Nice."
I pass her the paper and walk out the door.