93 is a B and 86 is a C?
???? How is that even possible?
But it's a minor fib, on the order of, say, handing a cashier an expired coupon.
But, handing a cashier an expired coupon, if they don't catch it, causes their drawer to be short, and then they get into trouble! I don't think that is very nice....
Jessica from the Fug Girls emailed me back!!! I FEEL AWESOME! And more than a little bit silly for being so excited!!
I absolutely disagree with huge stretches of the doctrine, but the most at home I've ever felt in a church service was attending Easter Mass with some friends in South Carolina.
Can I tell you how much I'm not fond of this grading system where 93 is a B and 86 is a C?
Please do! Is it one of those strict bell curve situations? I remember friends in college freaking out about easy tests in curve-graded classes, because they knew one wrong answer would get them a B.
That is exciting, Aimee!!
That is exciting, Aimee!!
!!!! I'm just grinning like a mad-woman. It was about Emma Caulfield's outfit at the Pauley Center reunion thingie last night.
The elevator just told me that Native Americans used to put popcorn in soup and beer. That sounds quite tasty. I'm almost hungry.
My morning routine now has a Red Bull in it--it's cold and sharp and sour and refreshing. And not at all healthy, I'm thinking. But I do need something there when my appetite is blah.
I put popcorn in soup sometimes!
I always feel like I'm forgetting something before I go out of town, and so I tend to pooh-pooh the feeling, only this time I pooh-poohed too soon because I was actually forgetting to go to the ATM.
I have 25 minutes to remember anything else I'm forgetting.
Oh brave new world, that hath such news-dispensing elevators in it. And buses.
???? How is that even possible?
Search me. 94 and up for an A, 87 for a B, 77 for a C, 70 for a D. Don't know why, it's just what the school does. But it really irritates me, because I generally construct projects/tests/assignments so that 90% is a really good grade, so I hate that it's a B! It means I have to pad things, and that feels wrong.