I just got an email from my english teacher telling me I recieved an A on my poetry presentation. I felt it was a C performance. Although better to exceed one's own expectations than plunge deep below them, I still feel cheated in a way. Does this make any sense?

I know she's failing half the class and I'm receiving grades on a silver platter. Is it guilt? Is it the knowledge that I could try so much harder, put in so much more effort?

I have this lingering feeling that I'm doing so much better than I should be... Is this simply another example of being my own worst critic?

On the brighter side, and I do literally mean brighter, I decided to purchase a banana yellow car today. It was time to move on, as my current car was, in all fairness, a rebound car. This new one though... cute, sporty, and the color of sunshine. Does it get any better than that?

Of course, it had been pointed out to me earlier on that yellow is also the color of lemons. Then again, my last lemon came incognito. It was green...