For those who are still interested, my English grade was an A minus. As was my History grade. I suppose I am very lucky to have got anything other than an F, considering I submitted my thesis late, but, well, if it hadn't been for that I would have got an A. That sounds pompous, but I know for a fact that nobody else wrote a thirty-five page dissertation from scratch. Twice.

And my History grade? I missed a two pop quizzes while I was sick. So I lost out on my 4.0.

This is calamitous! I have only my nerd-hood to commend me! If you take that away, what am I left with?! Nothing! A nobody! I am ruined! Ruined! whinging whinging whinging

Geez, Hermione Granger, much?

Right, all things OT stop now! We now return to our normal programming. blush

Hasini.

“Is he dead, Lois?”

“No! But I was really mad and I wanted to kick him between the legs and pull his nose off and put out his eyes with a freshly sharpened pencil and disembowel him with a dull letter opener and strangle him with his own intestines but I stopped myself just in time!”
- Further Down The Road by Terry Leatherwood.