The air is crisp, the day is sparkling off of each thing I see, and I managed to fail and pass at the same time! I have a crazy German prof that is on an exchange. We took a midterm last week, and it apparently did not go well for the class. The *highest* grade percentage was a 69. I managed to pull a fifty-something out of my ass. And yet, because of beautiful Mr. Bell, the curve put me in the B category. It's time to dance.