Why a 94% feels like a C

Today, after a long weekend of doing anything but studying and homework, I realized I hadn't finished an assignment for one of my harder classes. Of course said assignment would be the hardest one from that class yet, and of course it would be the one assignment I didn't meet with my study group to go over. The TA lab was no help because there were like 20 students in there, and the one girl I tried to help didn't have the decency to answer my one question for her. Frustrated and upset I went to class to turn in an assignment that is probably 80% wrong. I figured the only way to save the day was to get a really good score on the midterm that was being handed back today. When my professor said the class average was a 94, I figured I had done slightly better than that because I had done the extra credit portion and felt fantastic leaving the testing center last Wednesday. At the end of the class, the TA (Sterling - pretty much the sweetest name ever) handed back our tests. Lo and behold, my grade was exactly 94%. Normally, I would be ecstatic (hello! A = party), but 94 = average. Therefore, me = average in Intermediate Price Theorem.
Moral of the story...knowing the class average is not helpful...unless its really low.

On a different note, this weekend re-affirmed my knowledge that in about a year and a half I'll be submitting my papers for a full time mission. Despite going to the bridal fair on Saturday and all the talk from the Stake Relief Society Presidency about their husbands on Sunday.

Favorite thing Lucas (my nephew) did this week (at least so I heard)~ on the way out of a restaurant he said to the waitress "bye honey"