B is for "Booooooo!"
Biology was as bad as I thought. I got a B, even with the curve.
Drew and I are shopping for couches for our new apartment today. We move in March 1st. I should really be studying all day today, but I also have a life that needs tending to.
Honestly... a B? I told my sister "I'd rather shoot myself in the foot than get a B." Her response: "I know. B's suck." To make things worse, out of the 574 people in the class, 92 of them got A's. NINETY-TWO. And I wasn't one of them? Clearly these people don't know who I am. I'm an A student.
I was pretty upset after I got the test back yesterday. I went to Drew's apartment to take him to a Valentine's Day lunch and I couldn't stop talking about it. This sparked a pissy little fight, because Drew wanted to talk about how he thinks he's getting fat. And while I can symphathize --
Okay, sorry, but Drew just came in here after taking a shower and said it was "unacceptable" for me to be blogging while his laundry is sitting on the bed unfolded. And now he's staring over my shoulder trying to read what I'm writing, despite the fact that I have instructed him to go make me a cheese omelet and some tea. So this posting is going to have to come to a close.
B. A fucking B. Goddammit.
Drew and I are shopping for couches for our new apartment today. We move in March 1st. I should really be studying all day today, but I also have a life that needs tending to.
Honestly... a B? I told my sister "I'd rather shoot myself in the foot than get a B." Her response: "I know. B's suck." To make things worse, out of the 574 people in the class, 92 of them got A's. NINETY-TWO. And I wasn't one of them? Clearly these people don't know who I am. I'm an A student.
I was pretty upset after I got the test back yesterday. I went to Drew's apartment to take him to a Valentine's Day lunch and I couldn't stop talking about it. This sparked a pissy little fight, because Drew wanted to talk about how he thinks he's getting fat. And while I can symphathize --
Okay, sorry, but Drew just came in here after taking a shower and said it was "unacceptable" for me to be blogging while his laundry is sitting on the bed unfolded. And now he's staring over my shoulder trying to read what I'm writing, despite the fact that I have instructed him to go make me a cheese omelet and some tea. So this posting is going to have to come to a close.
B. A fucking B. Goddammit.
Labels: Drew, Fatness, Little Sister, Postbacc Program
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