Still worried, but...
So, yeah, I am *still* worried about my Poli Sci exam. I mean, it is hereditary. Women in my family MUST worry about everything. My grandmother is a classic example of a worrier. She won't even leave the state without worrying. My Dad had no sisters - only brothers, so I can't compare. My great grandmother is worrier to the extreme. At 97 she worries about people at the home taking her things, the girls who bring her pudding not coming back, and if she killed my uncle (who was diabetic) by baking him pies. I said, "Well he ate them, didn't he?" He died happy. He wasn't technically my uncle, he was her sister's surviving husband. We called him "Uncle Tom". He was the sweetest person I knew and he had the greatest laugh. However, he had a really mean son... a really rude rich stuck up guy and I can't stand him. When his Dad died, he made a joke about taking him off the ventilator. Anyhow, we are OT.
So, I will worry. And worrry. And worry until I get my bloody grade back! AH!
However, there is a consolation prize here...
I got my A- in French because I totally rocked that final (which was pretty damn hard at the end). AH. I was like, "Oh mon Dieu! I passed!" Tres interressant.
So, I will worry. And worrry. And worry until I get my bloody grade back! AH!
However, there is a consolation prize here...
I got my A- in French because I totally rocked that final (which was pretty damn hard at the end). AH. I was like, "Oh mon Dieu! I passed!" Tres interressant.