Happy midterm season, Tar Heels!
Picture this: me, laying awake at night, wondering what to write about for this week’s column.
Now, picture me, the next day, finding out that I failed an exam I spent more than a week studying for. (Like, really failed it. I didn’t just get an F, I practically got a Z).
What was my first thought?
It definitely wasn’t, “Oh, sh*t, this exam is worth 25 percent of my overall grade, and it is very possible that I could fail this class.”
Nor was it, “Wow, there goes my chance of becoming a Nobel laureate!”
Nope. My actual first thought was, “Oh, my God, I need to write a column about this.”
So here we are. Let’s talk about failure.
It’s a concept many of us aren’t super familiar with. Being the young ~intellectuals~ that we are, we breezed through high school with our GPAs still intact (for the most part).