College & Car Crap

So I get about 3 hours of sleep last night, get up and haul ass to get to class by 8am (morning traffic SUCKS- I have to leave by 7:15 at the absolute latest to get there on time). Did I mention that it was 30 something degrees out? Now that might not mean anything to the average Northerner but it says a lot to the average Southerner. I digress; I'm taking algebra 3 (aka, College Algebra) this term, btw. So anyway I get the results of a test I took last Monday (the first test of the term). Upon seeing my grade I instantly hear the universe straining to take a dump on my newly started day. A fucking 74! I must share this tragic news so I called "T" to complain. What am I met with? "Not bad Aza, that's a solid C". Okay so, anyone who knows me knows that I don't function well in life after studying my ass off to be rewarded with a "solid C". C's fucking suck! C's are not A's and A's are my standard (B's are at least tolerable). Not to mention- I didn't pay nearly $400 bucks this term to make C's. So after agonizing over the possibility of totally blowing this term I've come to following decision: Even if I fail the shit out of every test in this class I'm going to keep dragging my ass out of bed every Monday and Wednesday morning to at least take notes. Worst case scenario; I fail and have to take the fucker again- oh well.

I can already hear the criticisms "Geez, Aza! It's only one C!". All I have to say to that is- If you're satisfied with C's well, congratufuckinglations, I'm not.

Wow, I just got a super disturbing IM. I think I'm gonna go (try not to vomit) for now- think I may post about it when I've had time to digest the conversation.