Post script

You may remember the story about the time I got grilled for two hours in a class last semester, and then Chelsea found the professor’s email address and sent him an appreciative yet embarrassing note about how much of a growth opportunity that whole experience was for me.

Well, I figured that class would be my lowest grade of the semester, and given my track record last semester, that would have been pretty low. So I got the grade back on Friday, and I couldn’t believe it.

I made a freaking A. Which happens instead to be the highest grade I’ve made in law school. (The other A’s I’ve made have had “minuses” appended to them.)

Chel keeps telling me that I’d make higher grades if I talked to my professors more. But heck, I’ve got a better plan. I’m just going to give her their email addresses!