Skoolz Owt…

So I have a problem looking at my papers when they come back commented and graded.  Always have.  Really, I shouldn’t even have been able to get this far in school.

I recently acquired a new therapist who noticed that I sometimes seem to have a slightly easier job receiving feedback orally than I do when it’s written.   She’d suggested in our last session that as a first step toward fixing the problem, I could do worse than to enlist a helper from within the class to read my returned papers before I do and help administer the feedback to me.

So I did.  I also administered beer to both myself and the classmate first, you know, just in case.

Excellent grade.  Professor would like to see me work it up into a thesis. 

Of course, there were little things she wanted to see changed, and I’ve got the gist of what those are (I’ll bring the stupid thing to therapy with me to try to hear the rest — I guess if this is what I have to do in order to get through the second half of the program, it’s what I have to do), but overall, this is good news.

That’s the second time in two weeks I’d been genuinely fearful I’d been exposed as an academic impostor and would have to leave school, and the opposite turned out to be true.

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