Just a few hours ago, a notification popped up in our chat group: one of my professors had posted grades. I hesitated before checking, the usual wave of pessimism washing over me. I hadn’t exactly dedicated myself to studying. But to my surprise, when I finally looked, I saw a grade in the 1’s! Not quite perfect, but definitely not the disastrous 2 or below I’d feared.

Passing two out of three subjects feels pretty good. I can’t help but wonder if my professor was impressed by the paper I submitted or maybe my answers on the finals essay exam hit the mark. I’m particularly good at narrative and logical writing. Re-reading my paper, I was struck by how well-structured it was. Maybe I’ll even share it here later—a reminder that even “average” people can have great ideas!

Now, the waiting game begins for my final grade in the last remaining class. I’m already bracing myself for failure. Accounting has never been my friend. Back in college, I dreaded my only accounting class. I didn’t connect with the material, the terminology felt like a foreign language, and those ledgers filled with debits and credits were my nemesis. I passed eventually, but only by the skin of my teeth.

Ironically, while writing my final paper for this class, I found myself appreciating managerial accounting a bit more. I analyzed the costing methods my previous company used, and it was surprisingly interesting. Still, if I pass this class, it’ll be nothing short of a miracle.

God save me.