Boot Scootin' Boogie

A few girls in my class were celebrating their birthday in the same week so a bunch of us went country line dancing. I now know how to do the Boot Scootin' Boogie. Okay, so country line dancing is not necessarily an East Coast thing, but an adventure nonetheless. That stuff is hard work! Definitely not something you would find me doing in California or Washington. Thank gawd for the alcohol, though.

Breakdown #2

I'm seriously wondering if this is going to become some sort of semester tradition. Yeah, that's right, I had another emotional breakdown this week. Last semester I was flunking practicals left and right. This time around the last straw was getting an email from my neuro professor that my written assignment (which was one of the best in the class) was going to get a 50% because I didn't turn in my rewrites (that were beyond what he asked for in the first place) on time. I fucking did his fucking assigment and even though I did a fucking fantastic job, I'm still getting fucking screwed. And normally I wouldn't really care about these two little measly points. But because I'm in the position that I am where I'm scraping by GPA-wise, I need all the stupid little points I can get.

So yeah, after hours upon hours of very slow studying for another neuro test my frustration and exhaustion got the best of me and... on came the sprinklers. And no one was there to hold me. :(

The Class Idiot (minor venting)

Ugh, I study my ass off and still manage to get the lowest grade in the class. Sure, an 82 is nothing about which I should be disappointed. But I actually felt confident about this test and my genius roommate barely studied and still did amazingly better than I did. In fact, the whole friggen class did better than me. Kill me now! I know I should be happy with my grade, and part of me is, but dammit, do I always have to be the dumbest person in the class? Ugh, I don't even know why I'm angry. This is my first grade this semester that wasn't a C. I've gotta start thinking like my law school friends and just learn to be satisfied with my own mediocrity. How did I manage to successfully surround myself by people I could outscore all these years? Now all of a sudden I'm barely making the grade. Sucks to be me.

Well, that was somewhat helpful, but mainly futile. I still feel like crap. Oh well. Off to study for neuro.