As the beginning of each new semester draws near, a knot forms in my stomach...it grows, cutting off my breath, making me slightly nauseous every time the mail comes or I see an email in my box.
That's right, folks. Grades are coming.
Every time, without fail, my friend Jennifer pops up on IM to tell me "Grades are up." That's all she says, and then she's gone... No handholding...No...so, how'd you do?
It's happened every time...but I still start shaking.
I sign on to my account that very minute, breath held...did I pass?? Did I pass??
OH MY GOD...DID I PASS??? HURRY UP YOU STUPID COMPUTER!!!!
Then I scroll down, hands shaking.... okay...okay....
OH MY GOD, I PASSED!!!! WHY THE HELL DO THEY KEEP DOING THIS TO ME?!?!
*Deep sigh of relief, followed by a touch of disappointment* And then...then...I go buy my books for the upcoming semester. Yeah, that's the next thing on my agenda. Ah, tradition.