Self Evaluation!

Now how could I evaluate myself? Let me count the ways… Well not really- that would be boring. But speaking (or writing) of numbers (counting, actually, but numbers are implied), if I had to rate myself on my performance in theatre class this semester, on a scale of one to ten, I would give myself an eight. Why eight? Well besides the fact that it splits evenly and symmetrically, therefore satisfying my OCD, I believe it sums up pretty well how I did. I believe that I have done well this semester, but I could have done better. I look back to assignments that I didn’t receive a hundred on, such as my story-telling assignment and my acceptance speech, and I think that had I tried harder or did something a little different, I could’ve gotten a one hundred.

And then, perhaps, I would’ve rated myself a nine. But not a ten. Never a ten. Never, ever a ten. Never, ever in the history of the planet and- well, you get the picture. Why, you may ask, would I never give myself a ten? Well it’s for the same reason my English teacher wouldn’t give anyone a hundred on our research papers- they could always be better. I can always be better. But if I compare myself up against myself in let’s say, my freshman year, I can see that I’ve come a long way. A loooooooong way. If I had taken theatre my freshman year, well… the Duct Tape Dance would not have happened. On-the-spot poetry would not have happened. Santa would not have happened. So yeah, an eight isn’t a ten, but I can live with that. Nobody’s perfect, so no one should even look for a ten. So that puts nine at the top and eight looks a whole lot better. Heck, eight looks whole lot like a ten, compared to the six I was as a freshman. Praise God I grew up.