when i ask if my grade is in danger at all and a teacher says "no" i am thinking that i have an A
not a friggin A-!
now you know how nuts i was about the B+....i just finished a good ten minute crying jag over this one. i keep looking at my GPA and my goddam chances of getting in to grad school plummet like...oh shit i don't know....i am too tired to think up a clever and witty little simile.
Dear Santa -
For Christmas this year I would like better f-ing grades. Some time to do my work in peace and quiet. A husband who is supportive (and that doesn't mean just money, dammit) Kids who listen even just a little. I would settle for just saying "Ok Mom" every now and then. Some damn help around the house. A washer that doesn't need to have the spin cycle run twice to get the water out. A dryer that , I don't know...dries????And some meds so my head isn't jumping around like a flea circus (there....a simile...take what you can get!)
And no, I haven't been particularly good this year. It's been a rough year. I would do a lot better with a few things from the list.
~M
And my mom calls and says "What time should I get there tomorrow?"
Tomorrow???? When did Christmas Eve get to be tomorrow already??????
We are going to have the hap-hap-happiest f-ing Christmas since Bing Crosby danced with Danny f-ing Kaye!
Hallelujah. Holy shit! Where's the aspirin?