Honestly, why can’t I just be happy with a 96 out of 100? I’ve now received 96/100 on both of the graded assignments I’ve turned in and I should be glad, ecstatic, happy as a lamb on a hot summer’s day right after visiting the shearing shed. After all, 96/100 is an A.
But those points, those 4 little points that somehow lost their way, are really bugging me. I want to find them, reunite them with their brothers and sisters, and make sure they never get lost again.
I want to improve. To become the very best writer I possible can become.
Unfortunately, there is a problem. The only comment I received with my grade was “Excellent job! Keep up the good work.” Which doesn’t give me a lot to work with.
So sadly, the mystery of the disappearing points remains unsolved.
Where are Hercule Poirot, Sherlock Holmes, and all the other great detectives when you need them?