those little numbers at the end of the semester

I may have mentioned that I was expecting to be disappointed by my grades this last semester. I walked out of the exams feeling annoyed with myself and the world, and if I am honest, feeling a bit sorry for myself. Working 50 hours a week, and law school, and it means I can't do as well as I would like. But that's life, isn't it? And each of us in this class has their own baggage or burden to carry, in conjunction or in addition to, law school. So I will have to finally open my envelope, and face the music, and get over myself. Ego properly bashed, and pride limping painfully along, I will return to the fray and hope for better luck and timing in April.