urbandruid | the last final

What was it I said about not trying to update this thing when I was on my way to somewhere else? Anyway...

I spent half of yesterday panicing for nothing.

There is no way I can flunk Biology.

I have a C now, and he drops the lowest test grade. Right now that's the exam we had right after spring break, which I told my idiot classmates they didn't want to vote for, and which nobody listened to me about. If I bomb the final, then that's the grade he drops, and it stays a C. If I do well, it replaces the final, and I have a shot at a B.

I'm a perfectionist, and I know it. A C is okay, but I want the B. And I think I have a chance to get it.

Either way, though...it's almost over.

And I am not stressing. I'm through stressing. What happens, happens.

I'll be glad when it's over, though.

It's been a strange morning. I had a dream in which Gil Grissom from CSI was my uncle, and I have no idea where that was going because my alarm woke me up, but it's all still very clear in my head.

And I either killed the fly that's been pestering me all week, or dreamed that I did. I can't remember which.

Well...I'm off.