They gave me a B+

Which is good. Very good. They don’t give an A to that many people. I’m not upset about the B+. Knowing who was grading me, that really makes me think I did do a good job in their eyes. In my own eyes, I’m still trying to come to terms with the play, whether I did good or not… I know that everyone else and their mothers thinks I did wonderfully. I was hoping for the A. I really was. I mean, how can you not hope for the A when so many people are telling you how good it was. But the B+ is good.

I’m talking about Christ for those of you who didn’t pick up on that yet.

I had a really depressing weekend. It wasn’t that the weekend was depressing. It was really more of where the weekend left me. I worked everything out with the ‘rents about moving home for a month. Stef is coming with. That alleviated a lot of stress for the both of us. I didn’t want her to go. And she might have a job here, which would have been difficult to take if she had to move back home to Maine. I finished my last two assignments and I wrote the first draft of the commencement speech.

It’s all downhill from here.

Really, there isn’t much left to do, and I’ve gotten so used to stressing out, that when I finally had free time last night to party all I wanted to do was sleep. Pathetic huh? Five days left. Then the real world.