Truth is, I think I'm going to be angry with myself if I get any less than straight A's (barring the B/C for math, which I won't mind much). Not because I feel that's what I deserve, but because that's what I know I am capable of.
We all know how it feels to discover you've direly underperformed in something you were so certain you'd succeed in. But we know also the ecstasy of unprecedented success. And we fear that embracing hope of the latter will bare us to the siege of the former.
