Apparently I am actually going to get a resolution on my grade appeal tomorrow. I emailed the dean herself on Friday, after pestering her assistant with calls for the second time in four days, and was just like, “Dear Dean. I am freaking out from attending four classes while I wait to hear which one I’ll need to drop [the re-take one or the elective that I hope to keep]. Add/drop ends on Tuesday so I will really need to know by then. Help!” Except it sounded slightly more formal than that.

And she wrote back the same day and said that she’d just had a long talk with my professor (yikes) and that she’d think about it over the weekend and send me her decision Monday. It sounds all justice-y and DUN DUN-y (that was the sound of the gavel, like on Law and Order).

Because I am a total neurotic scaredy-cat, I actually looked up all the classes that professor is teaching this term, to see whether any of them are in my building, ie. will I be running into her? The answer, joyously, is no. So now I am free to roam the halls of the painting building without cowering in fear every time I turn a corner.

Hope you all had a nice weekend! Personally I am coming down with a cold. I need to stop going out for late nights of getting drunk and grinding with my girlfriends at bars on karaoke night. (Did I just say that out loud?)