The Airportline: Observations

Today I was awakened by the news that I got the lowest grade in the class on a take home exam I struggled with after returning to the city after Christmas. Well, the news didn’t awake me per se, but I woke up, turned on the computer and the grade was punched in my face when I looked on Blackboard. I’ve never really cared about grades, maybe since they most of the times turned out as expected, if I was happy with something I did, so would the teacher be. Now things have changed. No longer do the staff appreciate my exams and papers in the same way. Something has happened, “And don’t say I have changed, cause man, of course I have” to quote Of Montreal in their song Cato As A Pun. Perhaps my floorballing, short story writing, random weekday drinking, concert watching, magazine reading, blogposting, Chelsea game watching, Economist reading, raising eating lifestyle is finally affecting my academic performance. Or maybe I am becoming less intelligent? A balance I previously mastered now puts me on the bottom of the list in a class which I did not really care about, but still worked a fair amount on. A sad day for the airportline dynasty. And what is left is me and a brown plastic cow a friend bought me. It is lying on the floor, sleeping, as if he had never gotten a grade which he was not happy with.