zesty_pinto | Squeeky Wheel...

The hardest class I worked my butt off for made an error in the grading of my first exam. Actually, I should say that I made the error. While I was filling out the exam, I was using an old pencil; the lead must have really oxidized to negligence because it turned a 43/55 into a 27/55. The difference was only from a failing grade to a B+/A- range, give or take the curve. To say that I was happy to find this out is an understatement: this exam is UNDROPPABLE so it's like saying I'm not totally deep in the shit hole. To be honest, I was in major depression after finding that result: I studied hard for that class. Unfortunately, this also means that I need to keep pushing myself (I eased up after I thought my work was hopeless).

I have money again, for once, my boss(es) are nice people in the graduate psychology department where they treat me like mothers (wacky eccentric mothers, but that only makes it cooler), so it makes up for the crap pay the university provides me. Because of all my running around in the uberbag, my total weight tally is now up to 20 pounds lost. That extra five took extra longer than the first 15 but it's been staying off for now for the past few days.

Finally, I've gotten more info set up for that game project of mine. I haven't input my newer ideas though, so I'm being a pain about it. I don't really have time for it anyway... It feels good knowing that things are going good, though sometimes I do miss the thought of company of the opposite sex. It's not as frequent as it used to be though. No matter, as Robert Frost says,

"Miles to go before I sleep,
Miles to go before I sleep."