Yes, it is possible

So for all of you who thought that it was never possible, it is. Emily failed her first test last night. Accounting 210, generally known as the class from Satan, kicked my trash. I thought that I knew the stuff going in, I felt assured and calm. Even during the test I didn't freak out like I do when I realize that I don't know a bunch of tested information. I felt peaceful walking out, thinking i probably got a high. Well, I was wrong. I saw my score and the shock numbed me from every other feeling for a while. Then I broke down. I was frustrated and upset and don't know what I don't understand. The tears came and I allowed myself a pity party. I wasn't even going to eat dinner. Dinner group didn't bring me food and I didn't have any. But, Bryan and I have a deal that I get to win every "disagreement" except when it comes to makiing sure that I eat and him giving me his coat when I am cold. He always "wins" those. So he went and bought me fazoli's--a big platter of food that fed me dinner tonight too. He is so sweet.

So last night i was pretty unhappy and stubbornly so. I didn't want to hear positive news. I don't fail tests. It doesn't happen. First time for everything I guess, and last I hope. But today i started thinking about it and i realized that I just need to talk to my professor and use the Accounting Lab and work harder. It won't be easy, or fun necessarily, but I want to do well. It took time to not be upset over the test. I even hashed it out with fellow class mates and got more upset doing it. But the phrase "It's not how hard you fall, but what you do when you fall" came to mind. I had to get over my pity party. I will most likely cut back hours at Avanade, just one day, and use that time to pick the brains of Accounting TAs. Lame!