A Fail and a Win.

An accomplishment: actually impressing my jackass English professor. Perhaps he's not a jackass, exactly, but he is an arrogant dude and was really discouraging me all term...until today. Last night I submitted the final draft for my final essay for my FINAL English class. Apparently, he's the Superman of grading, because the grade book (it's an online class) says the grade was submitted about 2 minutes after me actually turning the thing in to the digital dropbox.

Anyway. Unlike my previous essays and journal entries, this one actually had minimal commentary in the margin. The main comment was, at the end, "Without a doubt, your finest piece of writing this term. An admirable performance here. 93/100"

Woo-hoo. Now, I had read his reviews on Rate My Professors, and for the most part, the submissions to those types of pages are usually at the hands of scorned students who fucked up, flunked out, and/or failed to get their money back for the course. Needless to say, they're not the most accurate judgment, but what's funny is that the most recent comment before I enrolled said:

"___ was a really nice guy and extremely knowledgeable but he was my first 'B' in a LIT class. Although it may sound like I am grade grubbing, I earned a 94% in the class which gave me a 3.5. If you can live with 95% and above for an 'A', take his class. If you want someone a bit more realistic, look toward others in the department." 

I feel the same fucking way, Sir or Madam. Now, I knew what I was getting into with this guy, and thought that with my composition prowess that this would be another easy 'A' for the books. As it stands, I'm most likely looking at a 'B' and really, that's ok with me. I wrote him an e-mail expressing my discontent for criticism but also my gratitude for forcing me to sit down and write at least once a week. (Maybe that's the spark I needed to get back on this thing!) 

So, that's the Win. I guess the Fail to which I alluded in the title is that the calorie counting is... well, it's going. But what I realized is that my CalorieCount app seems to think that I need to get down to 140 lbs.

Haha.

But I guess it's not totally unrealistic. I only noticed this because when I finished entering in what I ate yesterday, it had exceeded the suggested 1400 calories a day. I then noticed that it suggested a "goal weight" of 140 for me, at which I scoffed, but then thought, well, ok. When I attempted to do this before, my daily calorie allowance was 1500.

I'd look pretty hot at 150 lbs. But apparently, that's still overweight. And this brings me to my lovely friend, Katrina, over at One Hundred and Sixty, who has fiercely stared at her TV screen at the wicked Wii Fit and said FUCK YOU to its suggestion for her own weight. She's the jam, and is one of my inspirations to not get too down on myself about my chub.

That being said, I was invited to go to a WATER PARK tomorrow. I bought a fucking CUTE swimsuit back in the spring, and it has not yet made its debut. Fortunately, school started for most of the Tri-State last week (or the week before), so if I do end up going, there won't be a bunch of piss in the Sunlight Pool.