Woe of woes, the Darkness has triumphed

Term GPA: 3.647

Oh curses! Vile grades! Swear words at the tip of my tongue about to pour forth like the rivers of Babylon! I writhe in the shredded garb of disgrace that I made for myself!

The B in Chaucer--which I had to wait for 2-and-a-half weeks for mind you--vanquished my chances of achieving Dean's List. To miss it by .020 is very disenheartening. *Sigh* Instead of being 3-2 for Dean's List (the numbers are semesters), I fall to an unsavory 2-3.

Hats off to Jordan for making Dean's List. Stength and Victory are his.

Just now my sister has said not to be stressed about this kind of stuff, and worry less about what others think...I already know this, but I guess I'll try and follow those bits of advice better.

Next semester looks to be interesting...the future, which glitters like gold, holds much promise for our young hero. Who knows what treasures he will find? What lessons to be learned? A come from behind victory in grades, and perhaps some domination at fencing are in store. You dear readers, will read of these exploits, unless the blogging world becomes a cold, sterile place, and our hero leaves for greener pastures.