A BSing Senior!

Happy Monday, everyone! I, like most of you, partied too hard this weekend and was very hesitant to get out of bed this morning. There is just something so sweet about a heating blanket and a husband that seems to make my bed much more appealing than showering, dressing, and walking to school.
Today I had an eye-opening experience. I was in my English 495 class, or Ethics of Literature class, and my teacher passed back our most recent test. I did fairly well on the multiple choice (and already graded) portion of the test but was nervous to receive the essay form. I prepared myself for the worst, knowing before hand that I had so stupendously BS'd my way through the random questions pertaining to Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray. By "BS" I do mean I basically spewed flawless words onto paper that I knew my teacher would not only be impressed with, but that she might also consider this particular student an extreme genius. I faked, more or less, my way through these essay questions, not because I didn't enjoy the highly messed up story of one Dorian Gray and his life experiences, but because at this point in my college education, I'm one-hundred and ten percent sick of school and really am having a difficult time caring about grades. Sure, I'm trying enough to get my passing grade and engaging enough in class to use that information someday in my own classroom. But after five years of essay tests, literature analysis, and grammar diagramming, I've had it up to my English Obsessed brain with school!!!
So back to my eye-opening experience....I got a 48 out of a possible 52 on those essay questions. I, along with surrounding classmates who admitted to "BSing" their way through these questions, was completely floored with this grade. Either this teacher didn't read carefully or she is as sick of slacking seniors as seniors are of school. My eye-opening experience, one that I may regret having from this point until the end of the semester is this: BSing, while not the most responsible and positive approach to education, is a must have skill for college seniors everywhere suffering from that all dreaded "Senior-itis."
Luckily, my school days (as being a student that is) are almost over. With the semester more than halfway through and the speculations of Winter Student teaching creeping more and more into my mind, I am reassured by the light at the end of the tunnel for an April graduation. I realize, however, that the concept of "BSing" will not end with completion of my education, nor with my step into reality as a teacher. Heads up, readers, I will receive my student teaching assignment this Wednesday so anticipate subsequent entries about the students who I will be forced to take BS from.