Almost every time I turn in a midterm, I feel a sense of relief. I don’t like talking about the test, I don’t want to hear the answers — I turned it in and that’s that.
I typically leave the classroom, walk to a coffee shop and watch Futurama instead of going through my notes looking for the answers from the test.
To protect my intellectual curiosity, I probably won't know what grade I got.
Public education is such a fascinating right we get to claim. The debt we owe to the people of North Carolina for heavily subsidizing our public education from kindergarten to senior year at UNC often goes unspoken.
It still blows my mind that this right, the ability to pursue our curiosities at a low cost, is denied to millions across the globe.
This privilege can be even harder to recognize during the stress of mid-semester testing. In the first class of my first year, my drama professor told me to never let “the spark of curiosity die out.”
He said that the stresses of school, tests and jobs can make students stop learning for the sake of learning.
From day one of college, I refused to let that happen. I don't really look at my grades.
I have been told that my way of coping to keep this light alive is strange to say the least.
