Just call me 94

So I had this amazingly difficult test last week in Micro. It wasn't that the content was so bad so much as I just didn't feel like I had prepared well for it. I walked out HOPING for a 62 because I knew I could make revisions and come out with a 72. I ended up not making it to class this morning because I had to go down to Newnan to get some things to turn in this afternoon. So Shuntea picked up my test for me. She called while I was in the car "Kimberly! You made a 94! That's a 104 with revisions." I paused to allow the cochleas and acoustic nerves in my ears to send the message to my cerebellum. As if I had entered a Dr. Seuss novel, my brain was moving at a break necking pace. It was all coming back to me. My transcripts from the other universities. The D's. The way I'd played and pissed away all of my time in college the first time. It was me now. I was the one making the A's. I am smart. I'm not average. I know this stuff. As I started to wrap my mind around what this 94 really meant, I could feel my eyes filling. And just as I said out loud "Thank you Father!" all emotional control was unlocked.

In celebration of this scholastic 180 from mediocre to 2 letter grades above average, my family cooked a very special meal. Mother is right when she says she knows how to celebrate. These are not real pictures of the food, but I thought it would help to enhance the joy of this experience. Greek salad. Shrimp cocktail. Tortellini w/ cheese. Tortellini w/ chicken. Special cheeses. Tiramisu! It was really very lovely of them to enjoy that accomplishment with me.