It was during my last semester of my BA. There's actually two papers I did really well. The first was originally due during St Patty's week. For those of you that are unaware, I work in an Irish pub. I was scheduled to work 5 days that week while still having classes and two papers due that week. I was worried to heck. I asked my prof for an extension which she reluctantly gave me. Anyways, because I handed it in late, I had to wait almost a month after everyone else got their papers back. See the thing is, almost everyone I knew were disappointed with their marks in the paper, like everyone did bad. I was worried since not only did everyone do bad on the paper, but also I chose to argue the harder argument. Why did I choose that? Me being me, means I am contrary. Eventually she e-mails me my mark: 19/20. Though she did not agree to my conclusion I argued strongly for it. As an aside my other paper due that week got a really good mark too. Odd since I was worried about my section on Paul Ricoeur which turned out to be well done, despite me thinking I had no idea what I was talking about.

As for my other class that semester. It was basic a high level undergrad seminar. The thing is the only undergrads in the class were me and my friend. The two other students were a PhD candidate (who TA'd another class I was in) and a Master's student. Not to mention one of my other profs used to attend the class. TALK ABOUT INTIMIDATING. The prof was also a well known Japanese scholar. :x So basically our mark in his class was attendance and our final paper. My final paper was...well interesting? I thought it was horrible x-x; I ended the despite that, I ended the class with an A (A is the highest mark at the university since it was on a 4.0 scale, not a 4.3 one).