I am still a weirdo

Last night, I dreamed that there was a mistake with my grades and I actually got C's in two of my classes. And I went insane. I cried and screamed "Why? Why?" like I was Nancy Kerrigan. I woke up with a knot in my stomach the size of Texas. Because I got two C's.

When I went back to school, I vowed not to place so much importance on grades. My goal was to do my very best possible, and if my effort resulted in an "A," then that was fantastic. But I cannot let it go. Can.Not. And now I'm dreaming about it. Oy. Sometimes I feel like I've grown and then sometimes I feel like I am just doing the same things all over again.