Going into the final, I knew I at least had to score a 60 to have a B in the class so that really gave me an extra boost of confidence. The chapter tests were hard as crap but the lab grade and lab final really saved my butt. In fact, I made a 96 on the lab final which really surprised me but I did study for it. The final I tried to study my best but there was just too much to cram into my little brain. Once I got into the classroom to take my final and actually got to taking the test, I was floored by how easy it was. Despite what people say, Mrs. Morgan did want all of us to pass or else that final would have been brutal. I think she gave us all a break after having more F’s on every test than anything. Luckily, I only made one F which I am not proud of and was due to me not caring anymore and not studying for that make up test. I knew I had a better chance of passing Test 3 and my lab final so that is what I focused on which paid off.

So I am very proud to say after checking partial grades on my Banner account I made a B in my Biology class. Oh yes, please bring out the alcohol now.

Have you ever felt that way? Do you find sometimes that naggy little voice overpowering your motivation and determination which leads you to believe quitting would be so much easier? If so, what do you do about it?

So this coming week I have:
- Test # 3 (Biology)
- Make Up Test for Test # 2 (Biology)
- Lab Final (Biology)
- Lecture Final (Biology)
- Lecture Assessment (Biology)
- Essay # 1 (Literature)
- Midterm (Literature)

You have no idea how hard it is to cram for tests when I have so much going on at one time. I really feel like I’m in a big sinkhole and no one is around to save me. Hopefully I make it through this week alive. If not, oh well I’ve tried my best!

The story is about a woman who has a creative mind but to her husband and brother she has a nervous disorder and needs a lifestyle of rest to “cure” her. I was quite appalled to learn that the rest cure was something that is real and the story was based upon Gilman’s experience with her ex husband who came up with the rest cure. I can’t imagine day in and day out of rest. The character wasn’t allowed any outside contact other than with her husband or the maid/nurse which was her sister-in-law. She couldn’t even hold or interact with her child which to me is extremely harsh. I can’t even imagine being a mother and being kept from my child. Throughout the story, the wall paper in the room the narrator was kept in started being almost like prison bars. She begins imagining a lady behind the wall paper trying to escape. In my opinion, I think she was starting to go crazy by her captivity. Can you really blame her? In the end, she doesn’t recognize anyone and she does have a mental break which is to be blamed upon her husband. You get the feeling he was only trying to help and do what he thought was right but shouldn’t he have taken her opinion into consideration? If you’ve never read the story, I strongly recommend it. A copy can be found online here.

The story really got me to thinking how thankful I should be that I am a woman and alive in this time period instead of back then. The women of yesteryear really paved the way for women of today and how they would be so proud to know the rights we have as women today. I just feel sorry for the narrator in the story because she was a creative soul and the creativity was put down by her husband who feared her creativity. In a way, maybe he was scared of her because she was so intelligent and able to think outside of the box which was something that was rare back then or if someone did possess that skill they were thought to be crazy. It’s really scary to know we are encouraged to think outside of the box now but if we did a hundred years ago we’d be locked up in some asylum somewhere. It’s amazing how times have changed.