We went and marked posters. I finished first with the marking. Mine was up in the first group. I think it looks reasonable--I should hopefully get above a 60 on it, but I should definitely pass regardless, and it occured to me that it just...didn't matter. I mean, it did, but not in the vital way it normally would have. I sat there looking at it, and realised even from the moment I had finished it I had learned more I could to to make a good poster. Even just walking around the room looking at poster.
I was smiling because I was learning. And grades are just number representation of learning to be used as part of a written reputation. Or that's what they're supposed to be. And that's what I want them to be--and what I've always cared about is learning over reputation, so why should that change for grades? I was feeling very sensible. I will probably still panic from time to time (it's not my first time having those thoughts), but having that moment in when I normally would have been panicking was good.
Back home. Internet. Dinner. Went through entire inbox, like I've been trying to for a week. Played uke for a very long time and it was BEAUT. So good--it felt good, anyway. But I AM getting better. Easier flow between chords, more able to sing while playing, learning different strum types.
Wrote a new satire version of Amazing Grace so I can be more amused while having to spend so much time playing it because it's a good song to practice on from my book.
Also, I can learn Monty Python's Galaxy song on the uke. That makes my life.
Watched a film with Juju and Alishia. Signed up for a Hermione fest I'm wondering if I'll be able to do with schoolwork and revision. Wonder if I'll get an idea.
Back here, did work. Finished what I could of the Shoveler Duck presentation, made it look pretty, sent it off to group members to get the additional information. Feels good to be one of the people really doing things. Me and Jojo. No real shocker. Tomorrow have to do lots of work on Chobham Common and Scots Pine grou presentation with Naomi.
Sleepytimes now after a bit of reading. I <3 Zamba and callused fingers.