mole, whacked

Well, that happened.

I didn't freak out during the exam. I didn't even really freak out after the exam. But it didn't particularly help to hear C., high on a post-exam dim sum binge, remark: "In the middle of the exam I just had a moment where I thought, you know what? I'm perfectly OK with a C+ on this." Because I'm still not, even on a stomach full of dim sum.

I did what I could. I did all I could. I stayed calm, consulted the outline, consulted the checklists, and did all I could. It's out of my hands now. All that's left to do is pray, have a drink, and finally go see X-Men United. And then hunker down to four days of hard-core Contracts.

But that shouldn't be a problem. Contracts, I've done before. Edie, I'll never have to do again. Works for me.

thus spake /jca @ May 8, 2003 04:46 PM