I got my grades back from last weeks midterm. My cautious optimism was fairly accurate. I had predicted a high B, and received a B+. Not the greatest grade ever to come down the pike, but considering I knew full well that I was underprepared on tissues… yeah, it’ll do. Next time, when I think I’m underprepared on something, I will listen to that nagging voice and DO SOMETHING about it.
I get to find out tomorrow night exactly what I got wrong. We’ll see if my superstition about changing answers should still stand or not. I have the sinking suspicion it should. Stupid changing answers. Stupid kittens.
I, for one, think that’s a great grade! Congratulations!
What do kittens have to do with it?
From my last post: “I’m pretty sure that every time I change an answer, god kills a kitten, but I thought I’d try my luck and see if that old superstition still holds. After all, it’s been a good 15 years since I had to do a scantron test. Maybe the kittens have forgiven me.”
I was right before I changed it. Stupid kittens.