switching things

Yesterday, I decided to switch class sections from one professor to another. I hate to admit it, but I ended up changing sections was because I just got final grades from all my classes and I was a bit shocked at the grade which I received from this particular class. I don't think it was the grade itself that freaked me out--I think it was more of the fact that I didn't believe that my effort was proportionate to my grade. I always find it pretty frustrating when things like this happen, because then I feel that my investment of time and effort has not paid off in the slightest amount.

True, switching class sections may not change anything, but I think that in the end I would want to believe that I tried to do something about my situation instead of having the same thing happen to me again, which would leave me even more annoyed with myself than before because of the knowledge that I had the opportunity to change my situation but did not.

I actually surprised myself with my decision to change things around. Normally, I tend to keep things the way they are because familiarity can become an extremely comfortable environment that is difficult to walk away from. Even though things are not necessarily working in my favor, in familiarity I at least have the advantage of the knowing, and have faint expectations and standards (imposed by myself) that allow me to think and act in a way concurrent with what I already know and expect.

Well, I guess I'll see how my decision plays out.