Have you ever felt that maybe a grade or two doesn't reflect how unbelievably hard you work in a class? You feel pretty comfortable with the material and you do a lot of stuff for the class, and then come to find out you're still not doing so hot? Of course everyone has, hence my life story in chemistry right now (yes I know I complain about this class, but it deserves to be complained about). I knew going into the class that it would be difficult and that I would probably have to go see the professor every once in a while to get extra help/tutoring on stuff that I didn't understand. Other than that, I felt pretty confident. The first test rolls around and holy crap, where did all of my knowledge go? It was probably one of the worst performances I've had on a test (it parallels the sucky job I did on an old chemistry test my sophomore year of high school). I was majorly disappointed. I didn't fail, or feel absolutely horrified, but I know I could've done better given I known what to expect. After I got my grade back, I didn't like the letter than was on it, but I still felt like I had done everything possible to prepare for the test. I studied hard starting a few weeks before the test and visited the professor often, and I thought I had a pretty good hold.

But not so fast, says my academic advisor in a letter that warns me of my progress. I received an email yesterday that told me that it's protocol that advisors warn a student if his grade is less than a C (mine is one point below that, at a C-). Yet, sometimes they are not aware of grades since many professors choose not to reveal grades to advisors. Well, mine does, and I got a nice letter from him. I can't drop chemistry either, because it's important to continue in the pre-med track.

So I realized this morning that I'm going to have to become the super nerd I never wanted to become. Well, maybe not a super super book worm, but that one annoying kid who ALWAYS shows up to office hours to get help. Instead of going to office hours maybe once or twice every two weeks, I've raised it up to every single daggum office hour. If that doesn't work, then I will admit that maybe I should have waited another semester to start chemistry.

We'll see how that class ends up by the end of the semester.