I just got an email from my Anatomy professor. After sweating myself silly over how badly I thought I did on the final, she tells me I got a “B” in the class.
Now, I know that in most circles getting a “B” is nothing to get crazy over but I’ll tell you the truth: the blood rushed out of my head and into my toes when I read it. I’m shocked and amazed. Most of the people I talked to said that in order to get a decent grade I’d probably have to take it twice.
Oh, my head is swimming with possibilities. Literally. I need another soda.
I think I’ll go lie down now.