Waiting Game

I am not a patient person. I hate when S argues with me when I tell him to do something, I am irritated beyond belief when people try to talk to me when I am watching something good on TV. The thing that is rubbing my fur the wrong way this week is my grades. The semester was over on Friday and only one teacher has posted my final grade. It wasn't the best grade ever, only a C, but it was better than I had hoped for from the math class that I struggled in. Even with an extra 2-4 hours of study time for that class each week, the basic prinicples eluded me. That instructor was obviously having no fun teaching the class despite his giddy enjoyment of the subject. He was giggling maniacally during the final last Tuesday and had our grades in by Friday. The rest of them, however, are dragging their sweet asses, even my favorite who is usually over the top in grading quality. He also has not been on his usual messenger. I have been going berserk waiting for the grades and will probably become short-tempered and mostly unpleasant very soon.