I’d be more upset about my first non-math C
if I did not know that knowledge was far more important than grades,
and also that while I like that guy IMO his quiz and exam questions need improvement.
Ah the peace of maturity
where the perfectionist realizes that perfectionism is a symptom of feelings of inadequacy
and that no one really cares what grades I make, so long as I learn and, eventually
I did poli sci for myself as a treat, not because I wanted to pursue it professionally but because
at the end of the day
after long annoying classes of media ethics and international communication:
poli sci tastes just like chocolate.