I finally checked my grades, and to my extreme delight, my GPA improved over this last semester. I don't know how; the grace of God, and not my works, definitely. I didn't make a C in Chemistry, and so-- the A's add.
I went through the semester trying hard not to think about it, but I was petrified of actually knowing at the end. To no avail, and little practicality; what does it matter?
If only so much didn't depend on it, and I didn't feel like a B means incomplete knowledge and a matter of letting the teacher down. As if my failure to understand completely were a sign of poor respect on my part. I'm really weird in some ways.