Lion-Colored Hide
This morning it was a bit rainy and humid here. It’s been so dry for so long that the humidity hit me like a ton of bricks when I got out of my car at work. It felt almost jungle-like. The drought around here reminds me of a line from the novel Hannibal that stuck in my mind: “The Battle Creek Cemetery outside Hubbard, Texas, is a small scar on the lion-colored hide of central Texas in December”. Well, the lion-colored hide is here already.
School is off to a great start. I’m pretty much finished with the 1 hour class. There’s one group project submission that’s due tomorrow, and I have sent in my contribution. I think the TA has graded our article critiques and discussion questions pretty easily since I have gotten the maximum score possible on all of them. The other class is going well at this point, I got a 95 on the first big portion of the project. It’s nice to feel like I’m good at something, I haven’t felt that way in possibly years! I feel like I’m in my element when writing papers, I’ve always been good at it and have enjoyed it.
I am surprised though at how reluctant I am to look at the prof’s comments on my paper, which I need to do so I can make revisions on it before the next submission. I don’t know when I got so thin-skinned about receiving criticism. I guess I’ve always bristled at criticism, even when it’s warranted or well-intentioned. But I got a 95 for crying out loud so it should be relatively minor criticism and it still scares me! It’s time to toughen up. Maybe I should let you all critique my blog posts (all 3 of you! Or is it 2?). On second thought, um, no.
School is off to a great start. I’m pretty much finished with the 1 hour class. There’s one group project submission that’s due tomorrow, and I have sent in my contribution. I think the TA has graded our article critiques and discussion questions pretty easily since I have gotten the maximum score possible on all of them. The other class is going well at this point, I got a 95 on the first big portion of the project. It’s nice to feel like I’m good at something, I haven’t felt that way in possibly years! I feel like I’m in my element when writing papers, I’ve always been good at it and have enjoyed it.
I am surprised though at how reluctant I am to look at the prof’s comments on my paper, which I need to do so I can make revisions on it before the next submission. I don’t know when I got so thin-skinned about receiving criticism. I guess I’ve always bristled at criticism, even when it’s warranted or well-intentioned. But I got a 95 for crying out loud so it should be relatively minor criticism and it still scares me! It’s time to toughen up. Maybe I should let you all critique my blog posts (all 3 of you! Or is it 2?). On second thought, um, no.
posted by JC at 6:04 PM
3 Comments:
I hate being criticized, too - no matter if what the person is saying about me is true or not. I always want a chance to clarify myself...
It's hard to take critiques....I'm not good at it. Although lord knows I've had to defend my papers or work when I was in undergrad and grad school so there must be something about it I don't mind. (=
It's interesting isn't it, going as an adult how differently you care about your work and grades??
Ha, make it 3.
How the heck do you get a 95 for crying out loud? If you scream and wail do you get a 100? Kidding.
Found you over at Nikki's and found that I simply had to read a post from a blog with such an engaging title.
BTW, we all hate criticism, as beneficial as it can sometimes be to our growth.
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