Not being (at my) best is good enough

I got my grades.

...and I really am not upset. :P

      Course Description              Grade




Civic Welfare Training Service I (CWTS)        4.0
Sining ng Komunikasyon (Filipino)              4.0
Kasaysayan ng Pilipinas (Phil. History)        4.0
College Algebra                                5.0
MC Culture, Identity, and Social               VG
   Responsibility (MCCISR)
Physical Fitness                               4.5
General Psychology                             4.5
Communication Skills I                         3.5



Semestral QPA (Quality Point Average)          4.2000
CQPA (Cumulative Quality Point Average)        4.2000



                    Grading System



5.0 (99-100)- Excellent          FA  - Failure due to absences
4.5 (96-98) - Superior           INC - Incomplete
4.0 (93-95) - Very good          W   - Withdrawn from course
3.5 (90-92) - Good               NE  - Never entered
3.0 (87-89) - Average            EX  - Excellent
2.5 (84-86) - Low average        VG  - Very good
2.0 (81-83) - Below average      G   - Good
1.5 (78-80) - Fair               S   - Satisfactory
1.0 (75-77) - Poor performance   FS  - Fairly satisfactory
F - Failed
P - Passed

So when I first got my card, my impulse was to compute for my average. I whipped my cellphone, used the calculator, added my grades, and divided the total by seven. I got a 4.7! That means that I'm in the Dean's List, and possibly on the top 10 of it, even! I was so happy and enthralled, only to see the average on that piece of bond paper I was holding (my card) is 4.2. (Thinks: "Oh yeah, we got eight subjects so I should be dividing this by eight...") Damn. Damn it all.

While I was at school I was so upset that I got that low an average, and to make my depression worse is the fact that those who qualify for the Dean's List must have a minimum average of 4.3. And I got a 4.2. So, I only needed 0.1... you get that feeling.

But the longer I stayed in school, the more I became... happy with my grades. It was really unexpected, me being content, as it was my sole target to be in the Dean's List ever since I became a student of Miriam College. I never joined any club/organization because of my aim; I never went out malling or clubbing because of it, either. And yet, though I'm not part of the DL, I still am glad with my grades.

Why, I asked myself, why are you content? I pondered a bit, and it all came tumbling down on me (you know, this is my streak of brilliance: many of my genius thoughts just flash through my mind, and they usually are, well, plain genius. I'm sure you have something similar to this, don't you?): you, Kring, are content, because you know that you haven't given your best. You crammed, procrastinated, studied every bit of your subjects at the last minute, and yet despite that, you got a high average. If you do your best next time by prioritizing and listening well, you will, without a trace of doubt, be at the very top of your batch. And thinking about that race of thought, I realized that it is true. I haven't given my all - I think I've only given half of my all - and yet I got a 4.2 average. Maybe I even am top 1 of my block. How many people don't do their best and yet, in a way, excel? Not many, for sure.

So, when I apologized to mom about not being qualified on the Dean's List, I did so with a cheerful note. Weird, huh? But I was, and still am, contented.

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I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.
I will be part of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition Season 2.

(Keep repeating until you do enter Big Brother's house as a housemate. Tch, Kring; desperate, desperate.)