I made a 69 on a test! And the people that studied more than anyone else only made in the 80s. So hopefully what I really made was a B.
Then, I get home, and the cats have knocked two china plates off the counter and broken them. And I didn't know until I walked into the kitchen barefoot.
Luckily tonight I have a mega-cool fieldtrip. Next week I'm meeting with the art school. I don't think I have anything else to say.