Highest.

Oral Graded Recitation.

I hate oral recitations probably since I was born! Seriously!?! I can write a whole page and more of something as an essay type or whatever but to be standing infront of a crowd, not knowing what questions might be asked is what I fear the most. This morning, I felt ill like I was gonna puke or something. I can't seem to concentrate on reviewing my notes because I just can't take the fact that we have to have this recitation thingamajig. You can really tell I was nervous as heck.

1pm came and the oral graded recitation started. It was draw lots, our professor assigned us numbers and as he picks out and calls on our numbers, we are to proceed infront and pick out a question from a box full of neatly folded white lil pieces of paper questions. I was like...bummer, I was never lucky at draw lots. It's either I get to be picked on first or I get to pick out the hardest question from the bunch. And my hunch was indeed true. The question I picked out was never on the notes our professor gave us, he didn't even really discussed anything about the question I picked. Well except maybe I scanned it from a lab manual before or something but really didn't read much into it coz it wasn't in the coverage of this said oral recitation. Everyone inside the class was instantly quiet (and being quiet doesn't always mean a good sign) as I gave back the piece of paper I picked to our professor who went on and read my question.

I was like, omigod! I knew it. And I'm an A student of that class, so bumming was not an option at all. Everyone was staring at me as I stare back at them translucently as I nervously try to recall the littlest details of what I read in pasing from that lab manual weeks ago. 4.0 from not answering a question was already bugging my mind. I was like, whatever, I'll just say what I know, stored knowledge so to speak, and I delivered it. As I finished reciting what I knew was the answer to that question, our professor nodded and signalled to the whole class, HIGHEST (1.5). I was shocked. Not because I'm humble enough but really I was shocked because I, myself, wasn't even the least satisfied of my own answer. I'm like, "dang!" So therefore I conclude that, it helps when the professor recognizes you from being good in class or attentive coz when it comes to clutch times such as this, he/she doesn't just recognizes you from that point per se, but it goes back to how well you grasp things that may or may not be totally discussed to you.

A good feeling. I've never been at this position before coz back then, I was just contented and happy knowing that I passed. But now, this is like a motivation that maybe I can really do it, just by studying well enough, I can reach not only contentment but great achievement. Woooh! Whatta day.