So, it was back to school for me yesterday. Another assignment, another 95 percent. I'm beginning to sense a pattern. You know what is really sad, I keep wondering where that other 5 percent keeps going. Not that I'm not grateful for the 'A'. I'm just aiming high, is all.
I got to read my essay to the class. It was more nerve racking than I expected. I know I shouldn't care what other people think, but I do. I know the teacher loved it, but it would be nice to think some of my fellow students enjoyed it too. But, gold star collected. Now we are mining the soul for ideas for a memoir. God, I could write a million stories. Who doesn't have a ton of crazy, silly, embarrassing and meaningful things that have happened to them? Here's hoping one of them gets me the elusive 100%.
On an unrelated note, my author copy of Girl Fun One showed up yesterday. I love getting books in the mail. I just love getting mail of any kind. But, the kind with my stories in it always makes me smile.