My epic battle for an A

Soooooooooooo.... I got the spread sheet for my biology class and it said that I got an 'A'. I rejoiced! And then I got frustrated.

I started having dreams about getting horrible grades and having to battle my biology teacher for the correct grade. I ended up having a trainer (like Karate Kid style sans violence) who taught me how to correctly challenge her.

It was an epic dream. And then I had a dream last night that she gave me a 'B' instead of an 'A'. You see, she sent us the spread sheet to make sure all of the grades were right. It was not concrete. So I was almost positive that I would end up having a 'B+'. I wasn't about to get my hopes up.

Anyway, I talked to Mary this morning and she said the grades were posted. She got an 'A' and from the spreadsheet I got an 'A'. And we both got 95% in the class. We tied for the second highest grade. (This is from the teacher that has a 45% failure rate) But I still wanted to check to make sure that all of my consideration and dreams of worst case scenarios were indeed false. So when I finally got online I logged into the portal.. lalalalla... Found my transcript link, clicked on it... It loaded.

And I sat there and stared at the monitor, dumbfounded.

Bowling: A
Psychology: A
Spanish: A
Biology: B

Not even a B+....

Dad was downstairs and I was like, "She got it wrong. It's a 'B'. A 'B'....."

"Not even a 'B+'?"

"...No.... o.o"

So then I opened up the spreadsheet and looked at it again. There I was... Madam Butterfly (Mary picked out my codename. She was Diesela. =P) It said I had 570 out of 602 which equaled a 95%.. Below me were two B's.. 81% and 85%. That's a big drop. So I sent my teacher an email that basically said, "Umm.. I'm a little confused. You had me written as an 'A' in the spreadsheet, but on my transcript it was a 'B'."

But I had to leave! So I couldn't await her reply with baited breath... So I took my printed out spreadsheet and calculator so I could add up the points myself. And indeed.. I had a 95%. So I breathed a sigh of relief.

I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and replaced, but death's cold and bony fingers still had a grip on it.

I called Mary and was like, "GUESS WHAT. I GOT A 'B' IN THE CLASS. BUT NOT REALLY. AGGGGGGH."

And she replied in her most serious and concerned voice that I should call the teacher when I got home. I agreed. This is my GPA after all.

Don't mess with my GPA, people.

So I called Kristy and told her my long and dramatic story and she reminded me to breath. =P I decided to call Mary and ask her to get our teacher's number because I had pretty much nothing to do.

Anyway, to end this story..... It all was fixed!!! (Not yet, but it will be) Her computer switched my grades with the guy below me.

So if he looked he was probably like, "OH MAN. AN 'A'?!! NICE."

It will be ripped from him soon enough, back to its rightful owner. So now I feel that I can sleep in peace without any dreams of good-grade-thieves stealing my hard earned good grades.