I just spent waaay longer than I should have calculating that because I only got 78% on one of my assignments, on average for that paper I am now just scraping… an A+.

When I saw that 78%, I felt sick.

One of the things I don’t like about being a mother (“just” a mother) or even about working is that you don’t get marked on it. I like to know that I’m doing well, and I especially like to know that I’m doing better than most other people. I can still remember many of the grades I got in high school, more than half my life ago.

I’m not sure what this says about me.

The test I had this morning was very hard. I’d studied hard all weekend, but I still had to leave one space blank, and I know for sure that at least one of my answers was wrong. Now I have to put it aside and get on with the next assignment, to be presented to the class on Wednesday. I have a cold and my voice has gone all sexy. I’m not sure that that’s a good thing…

I have no idea how I’m going in any of my other papers. All the assessments I’ve got back so far have been for the same one, Drugs and Human Behaviour. Wednesday’s class is my hardest paper. The thought of facing my mark for this presentation makes my buttocks tingle.

I wonder if my dad follows this blog.

By the way, no-one in the Link or the Union sells milkshakes or smoothies. I think this is a definite gap in the market someone smart could fill.