Welcome to a series of stories that basically make up my autobiography. It’s not entirely thorough, but I’ll do the best I can with the memories locked away inside my head. Could be therapeutic for me. Could be humorous for you. Either way, enjoy…
Previously on Life Story… I took psychology and sociology as a senior in high school. Which was great, because we pretty much just watched movies all the time.
I promise, this is the last story I’ll tell about a class I took my senior year. Not because I think this subject bores you. After all, how could any story I’m telling about my remarkable life possibly bore anyone? Okay, it probably is boring, but I don’t care. This is my blog and I won’t let you dictate what I do here!
Wow… I don’t know where that came from. I apologize for my outburst. It was uncalled for.
Uh… class… senior year…
I took a college level biology class for college credit. It was one of those dual enrollment things that I thought would be a really good idea. Turns out it was a really bad idea. It’s because I was still under the impression that I didn’t have to try to get passing grades. That theory worked fine for those high school level courses. But this was college biology, or “BIO 101” as they listed it in the Virginia Western Community College course catalog.
Yeah, you can’t just coast through college courses. You have to actually do the work. You have to actually study for the exams. Boy, did I learn that lesson the hard way.
I barely passed that class. With a D. It’s the only D I ever got. And do you know why I got a D? Because at the end of the year we had an optional extra credit activity involving the dissection of a cat. That’s right, if I hadn’t participated in that cat dissection, I’d have failed college biology in 12th grade.
Don’t judge me for cutting open a cat. It was already dead. It came that way in the mail. At least, that’s the story our teacher told us. I can only assume that the cat died of natural causes and was not run over by our biology teacher. But let’s change the subject, you know too much already.
Despite my poor performance in that class, we did do some pretty neat stuff. We took a field trip to Lakewood Park to scour the creak and pond for wildlife. We collected crayfish (or crawdads) and tadpoles and brought them back to our classroom (or lab) to study them and watch them grow.
I think there was something seriously wrong with the tadpoles we found. They never lost their tails. They never grew legs. They never became frogs. Come to think of it, they may have just been minnows.
Honestly, I don’t know how I got a D in that class.