Oh, the places you will go... and what you might do there

So, I'm watching Harriet the Spy (old 90's movie, produced by Nickolodeon when they were hip) and relized, after taking my final this morning, I should have calculated my grade before deciding on putting no effort into my HON 252 (aka HUM 212) final. I was fairly certain I would be okay, but I wanted to check.

So, of course, I bust out my trusty TI-30X solar calc (I could marry a Texas Instruments calculator. I'm good at math, but my mental math... eh, not so hot. Well, it depends I guess on what I'm doing... I think I might still be okay at doing a derivative and FOIL and finding proportions...). Anyway, I start off with worst case scenario: 80%. Huh. 93.8% for the course.

Of course, then I wonder what the lowest I could have make to receive 90% for the course. I keep working my way down until I get to 46%. Freaking unbelievable. I could fail the final and still have an A in the class. All of a sudden, I'm glad I didn't put that much effort into the final for the class, because I busted by behind the entire semester to make the John (our program director/course instructor) feel like the class wasn't a total waste (because everyone else did).

So, looking back, I realized my late night rant to Chris (I might post it sometime when I get the chance to edit all the expletives I littered throughout the conversation. Out of respect for those of you who do read this, I realize that my language probably is a bit rougher than is necessary at times and I don't want you to think I need to sensationalize this with language. We'll talk about my opinion on expletives later.) was possibly a combination of a bad day/lack of food/irritation/in the doldrums of bottomless despair.

I'm not quiting college, albeit because I have no where else to go.

But after realizing I'm possibly receiving all A's this semester, my mood has perked up a little. But not by much mind you. Just enough to think that maybe I'll buy some ice cream for myself later.

Cheers.