Ain't too proud to whine

Today my lab instructor revealed our grades to date, and I'm not pleased. Not pleased at all. My grade isn't terrible (it's a medium-high B), but it's not what I want. We at Rock and Roll Grammarian do not accept "OK." I almost prefer spectacular failure to mediocrity.

Apparently the midterm has been my undoing, and this comes as no surprise. I haven't checked the Scantron (remember those?) against the answer key, but I suspect most of the questions I missed involved math -- rudimentary math, mind you, but math nonetheless. The moment arithmetic rears its ugly head my brain freezes. I'm a journalist. We don't DO math. Curses!

Fortunately, the lab only counts for 1/3 of the overall grade, and I'm doing quite well in the lecture (though we've only had one test). But that's not the point, damn it. Grades aren't all *that* important to me. It's the principle of the matter. I will overcome this!

That aside, lab was quite enjoyable today, in part because my instructor, David, uttered this sentence to his colleague: "Go get the flies."