That time of the semester

After 16 years of school it seems silly that I still get nervous about opening my report card.

Maybe it's just silly that I'm still getting report cards in the first place.

Whichever it is, I got my first-semester grades today.

They're fine, I'm fine. Slash I'm an overachiever and have super high expectations of myself.

My only gripe is that I did the worst in my favorite class and the best in my least favorite class. How much sense does that make?

Humph.

For now: playing with Jess for a few more hours before she leaves, reading for tomorrow and getting psyched up for semester #2...