Why Failure Isn't All That Bad

I write. I read. I love to write. I love to read. I thought when I got to college this would be all I did, and yet here I am, in college, taking both a science and a math. Damn you, UCORs.

So I'm taking geology this quarter, and wouldn't you have it, I failed my first test. When I say failed, I mean failed, I'm talking 33/60. No need to fear though, there's two more tests in which I can find redemption and make geology my bitch. Or so I thought. I spent all day yesterday studying for test number two. We're talking like nine hours here. Nine doesn't sound like too large a number, but when it's nine hours of looking at rocks in whatever form, reading about rocks, memorizing the rocks, trying to not kill myself over rocks, nine doesn't seem all that little,

By this morning, I was feeling good. I mean I studied rocks for nine hours so I wasn't good per say. In fact, I felt dead. Like a piece of the light within me shriveled up and died amidst the hours of self inflicted torture, never to be revived again. A noble sacrifice. But I did feel like maybe, just maybe, I could not only pass this one, but get an A.

Anyways, I go into the classroom, take that test, and overall don't feel like I did all that bad. Except for the fact that there were 3 questions that came outta left field and knocked me in the back in the head just as I was trying to slide into home. 3 questions. I practically memorized the entire course! How the hell were there 3 questions that might as well have been written in Mandarin?

Moral of the story, if I don't get at least a B on this test i'm changing my name to Mazey Dupree (because if I'm doing this, I'm doing this, and what a standout name), moving to the Basque country (because for goodness sakes, Canada has become such an overused cliche for us Americans and I'm over it), and living out the rest of my life on a goat farm throwing hoe down throw downs for all the locals who will love me and bring me fresh baked pies and an assortment of Basque country goods.

So there, maybe failing the test won't be all that bad.
In fact, I kinda hope I do get below a B, for the sake of Mazey Dupree. .