Today was the official last day of my semester. I went to campus for the last time, to pick up my final project for my nonfiction class. I was very proud of my portfolio, having put a lot of time and effort into its construction. Plus, the professor had promised us all some apple crisp. How could I not show up?
All year long, I strove for that elusive 100%. Knowing it is a near impossibility, I kept fighting for it. But, alas, it was not to be. My portfolio grade was. . . .99%. That's right. 99%. I have to say, that is still a first for me. Near perfection turns out to be a pretty good substitute. As someone wise once said, "Perfection is the realm of the creator." So, instead of pouring over my portfolio for the 1% it lacked, I will graciously accept my 99%, knowing that it is in the flaws that the true beauty lies.
I will truly miss going to class every week. I learned a lot. When the professor told me today that I was a great writer, I couldn't help but look away and blush. Why is it that compliments are so hard to accept? Maybe someone should teach a class on that. I'd take it.