He curved the grade, but even before that I did a lot better than I thought I did. Typically, it seems like when I feel I did well on an exam, I totally bomb it, but when I feel like I bombed it, I do very well. I had felt pretty comfortable with my exam, even though I knew I was guessing on a majority of it, and though it was difficult to truly feel this way, I figured I must have bombed it pretty bad. I told people the max score I probably got was a 35, though I probably got a 25. I half believed this. I had forgotten the test was out of 50, with the score simply doubled, and I was kind of right in my prediction....before any editing, I got a 36/50. A 72%. For a test that he said the average grade was a 58% on AFTER the curve, I was quite proud, though I knew I should have done better. Still....wow! It wasn't a large curve; he doubled our points and added 8 more for shits and giggles and a higher passing rate for his 139 students in our classroom alone. In the end, I got an 80%, which is pretty good, I realized, after he told us what the curve was.
Jamie and I were expecting the typical bell curve, so when he listed A - 18, B - 21, C -25, there weren't really any surprises. But then he put D - 27. I was like, okay okay, I guess there might be a couple more D's than B's, but I wasn't prepared for the 45 Fs that came next. 45! That's a third of the class failing. The average score after the curve was actually a 69%.
Kayla told me she was going to go jogging today after her statistics exam and then somewhat as a shot in the dark asked if I wanted to tag along. I looked her straight in the eyes, paused, and said, "Yes." Later when Iraida asked me why I agreed to go, I shook my head and said I wasn't quite sure why I agreed, I just know that I did. I was kind of hesitant, somewhat wanting to call Lala and say that I wasn't feeling well (which I wasn't completely...I woke up feeling a little under the weather and didn't start feeling better until the afternoon). But I felt fine around 3:45, half an hour before I was to meet her in the games center fully decked out and ready to jog my brains out until 5.30 when I had to work, so I headed home, changed into turquoise shorts, a vibrant dark purple tank, a deep pink bandana across my forhead, and running shoes, stuffing my things for work into a sack and simply walking outside and starting to jog. It was a little relieving, actually -- nobody really knew if I was a jogger or not, and it was nice to know that pretty much all joggers, pro or not, look the same when you're passing by in a car. I was running late, and met Lala outside the school on Atherton, where we continued to jog towards the student union so I could drop off my stuff (which included a change of clothes). I checked Kevin on the way in (Lala was supposed to join me, but bailed last second, though I can't blame her), so I took the full and complete brunt of the chest and shoulder of a cage fighter with my tiny body. I squeaked as the wind was knocked out of me, but it was totally worth it...I think I scooted him back at least a little bit. Lala and I proceeded to jog through the student union, up the stairs, down more stairs, and raced from the PE building's courtyard up two stories of stairs, and finished the rest of the trek by walking up more stairs and around the campus in order to cool off before I had to work.
I have to admit: I loved it. I'm not saying it felt great on my poor feet and my aching side and my little lungs, but I loved exercising and I loved exercising with Kayla. We had a lot of fun and it wasn't too serious -- it was about getting out there and moving, but enjoying it most of all. I was so warm (why did i bring sweatpants to change into!?) that I stayed in my jogging outfit my entire candy counter shift (a little less than two hours), but changed when I went downstairs to work.
Lala and I have made a jogging plan...so far, we're only jogging twice a week, on Mondays and Fridays, and once we master that we plan on taking it farther. Also, we still have our biking plans from Monday...though we can't impliment it this weekend, of course.
I'm very, very excited.
I want to stick with this because I realized it fulfills the meaning of a club for me: something of mine that I do with a friend and just have fun while getting something done. I told Kayla to kick my ass if I say no, and she guarenteed me she will (fortunately, she's already on her exercise kick...and has been for several years!).
Like our jogging uniforms? :) That's the candy counter girls for ya!
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