Pudding: the cure-all

Don't be fooled by my calm exterior--on the inside, I'm a nervous wreck. This is due to one singe fact: I get my first semester grades in about an hour. These silly little grades will determine my happiness, prosperity, and self-worth for the rest of my life, or at least the rest of the weekend.

I'm not nearly as despairing as I sound, but I do hate surprises. I honestly have no idea how I did on my finals, so I just don't know what to expect. Law school is filled with students who have always gotten good grades, and it is statistically impossible for all of us to be A students and still have the curve center around a B.

I don't think I have been this nervous since my junior year of high school when I auditioned for the advanced theater group of my high school. I can still vividly remember how that knot in my stomach felt as I walked down the hall to the list posted outside the drama classroom. What made me the most nervous was that I had no idea if I would get in. The uncertainty of it all is the worst part for me.

I think I'm going to go eat my chocolate pudding before I go to the registrar's office to pick up the envelope containing my grades. At least I can always count on pudding.