Pictured above is my first test grade after umpteen+ years since graduating high school. My first term paper was turned in last week. After class tonight, I asked my professor how the grading was coming. It felt like that episode of Gilmore Girls where Rory ends up hearing she should drop a class. He said he hadn't finished reading it yet. Not the answer I wanted. He pulled my paper out of a leather case and said there were some formatting issues but it was very interesting reading which was a refreshing change from the usual papers he gets. He went on to say it was the most imaginative paper he remembers reading. :0) He only had a page or so left to read. I'm getting the chance to tweak the formatting issues and turn it in again Wednesday night. That would be the very same night as my mid-term exam. I know I'm an overachiever, among other things. It's only one class but I want an "A" so badly. Mainly to prove to myself that I am indeed good enough. Isn't that what we all crave anyway? To be good enough. A letter on a transcript won't prove anything really but at least it would make the added stress I've been under since August seem worth it. And give me more leverage for the high standards I have concerning dear Son's grades.