I finally sucked it up, and gathered enough courage to look up my grade for the single class I took this past semester. B! [Heavy sigh strong enough to have blown down even the third pig’s house] I have to say that I don’t think I deserved a B, but if that’s what’s handed my way I’ll gladly take it with a smile. I might be overly critical of my work, but I could have put more effort into it. I think I’m at the point where I need to seriously reconsider graduate school. I’ve always been one to put all my effort into the things I’ve set my mind on, and it wasn’t this way this past five months. I found that my work at school and at the job was defficient. I find that fact disturbing. I didn’t do either of them with the amount of attention I did before I started graduate school. I’ve never had the ability to juggle more than two things at a time. I might be at a point where I’m juggling too many things, and the results are less than stellar in any of them.