I definitely believe in pregnancy brain. This time it's ripping my GPA to shreds. I don't know if I come across as Type A here at all...but I would assume I do. I think it would be difficult to spend five minutes around me and not realize that.
I don't often do poorly in school. I do very well in school, and if a grade doesn't meet my standards, I have trouble accepting it. I haven't seen a substandard grade in....a very long time. I see A's as the minimum grade that is personally acceptable to me. I don't appreciate B's but I can let one slide every once in awhile.
Pregnancy has apparently changed all of this for me. Why? Because I DO NOT CARE anymore. I hate these classes. I'm having trouble convincing myself that I shouldn't just quit. I can barely focus on the assignments and I dread opening my computer and books to study. I'll read, underline, highlight, take notes, do the practice questions. I'll be positive that I know the material inside and out. Then I'll take the weekly quiz and feel like I don't know anything. I just want this stupid class to be over so that I can zone out for the next few days and hang out with my Kiddo.
As proof of my apathy (maybe that's the wrong word?), today I received a 72% on one of the two finals in this class. You would think I would've seen it coming, but I did not. I actually felt like the test was going okay, and then BAM. Oops. Lucky for me it is only worth 10% of the final grade in the class, but since I still have another one to take I am a bit concerned at this point.
I'm really hoping that the history class I'm taking next session restores the balance a bit for me. I cannot continue to force myself to take classes that are dull and that I hate when I will hopefully have my lovely children to pay attention to. Little guy will be a week old when the history class starts and I just know I'll have better things to do.
I have one more test that is worth 10% of my grade, so as long as I pass the test I won't do too much damage to the final grade. Here's hoping. Because I prefer to spend my last nights of pregnancy reading bedtime stories and overdosing on bad television.
6 more days...