This Is Why I Don't Check My Grades Until They're All In

The following are from three consecutive posts at Not for Sheep. If I had been checking my grades, you could be certain that every one of my posts from then until now would have concerned grades and I, not her, would be the cyber drama queen of the legal world.

This is going to sound really dumb (and overblown), but I am scared about tomorrow.

First grades are posted tomorrow and not only do I feel constantly nauseous, but I can't stop this weepiness. Or blogging about it and being the cyber drama queen of the legal world.
During first semester, I learned the value of a good cry: crying is just how I release my stress.
Right now, crying is not relieving my stress.

In undergrad, my biggest worry was to get an A- in a course. In hindsight, such worries appear futile and shallow. These days, I'm worried that I bombed Property and torched Crim Law and quite possibly, got sacked by Legal Writing, especially after the oral argument.

And...

3 out of 5 grades are in.

The test I totally blew off and panicked on--did very well. Like, eye-poppingly good.

The test for which I studied my butt off--passed... but I am extremely disappointed in my grade. I killed myself studying for that thing...!

And...

As I worry and fret about my grades while consuming cheese puffs by the gross, I figure that if my legal career doesn't pan out, I'll just become a landscaper or something. A grotesquely obese landscaper with a craving for cheese puffs who quotes Marbury, reads sci-fi, and ponders the boundaries of probable cause when pulled over in a car whose windows are not tinted.