((Hugs))) to Cherry Head and everyone else.
So, anyway, I went to class. I picked up my exam. I couldn't look at the grade (politics)...and I got in the car, in tears, and my mom asks, "what's wrong?" And I kind of sigh, "I think I failed. I wasn't prepared at all!" (Bad day, or so I thought...so worried...couldn't concentrate). So she asks..."do you want ME to check your grade?"
I freak. "No!"....10 minutes later, she suggests I just PEEK...and then good or bad, we could go to Starbucks and I can get a coffee. That always perks me up.
So I look.
And she says.."NOW do you think you underestimate yourself?"
Earlier in class, an example question was posed...definition-oriented...I was sort of dreaming, and the prof called on me...and I don't know why, but the first thing out of my mouth is "ontological directives"...and I mean...uhh...how sucky-uppy can I come across? I mentally slap myself. He smiles. "Yes, that works. That's it exactly...but for those who don't know what Linz is talking about...in this scenario...." etc.
And I couldn't STOP OBSESSING over it. Then to 'remedy' it, I kind of answered a question I knew 100%...but I answered incorrectly...and then I was mad about doing THAT, because another guy in my class said, "Linzey...you did a project on that last semester! For like an hour! How could you not KNOW that?" Most of the class snickered, and I felt like...gawd, Linz..you stupid, friggin' moron...they are going to think you are NUTS.
But, yes, grade wise my honors GPA came back - 3.92
Go me. It would have been a 4.0 if not for a C+ in stats in first year.
Damn borning z-scores...
So of course, coming home, ticked as hell at my lack of social grace, out comes the exacto. What a f*ck up I am.