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I got my grade! I got my grade!
Official online posting is on the 29th, but as you probably noticed I was getting...um...pathetically overwrought. So I emailed the teaching fellow.
And I got 107.5 points out of 117 on the final exam, and an A for my final grade.
(Crazed weasel now spends rest of afternoon dancing around the house.)
Oldest kid says, "Mom, you do realize that everyone except you knew you would get an A, right?" Ah, but only I know how shaky my knowledge of the auditory system really is. And how terrified I was that I had somehow fundamentally misunderstood a whole slew of questions. Apparently the only stuff I got wrong is the stuff that is burning in memory as "oh, god, how could I not know that...shoot me, someone..."
Good heavens, there are still days where I wake up, mentally run through the agonists and antagonists for the four neurotransmitters (two subtypes each) we covered, and I *still* get stuck.
But...gee. And Alberto Gonzalez resigning, too. Today is a good day.