'B' is for bad and you can call me Ostrich

I got a 'B.' I got a gosh-darn-freakin' 'B.' (I'm trying to curb the cursing as I feel God is punishing me for my slight indiscretions and honestly there's enough nastiness in this world without me polluting the air with my own obscenities, but anyways...) I had two classes this summer, I got an 'A-' in my design class, which I must say I was slightly disappointed in because I had this sick fantasy that I would emerge with my Master's Degree from an Ivy League school with a 4.0 and so that little minus sign really ticked me off. But then I thought, it's OK, I'll get an 'A+' in my history class where the only grade was for a paper that I worked my tushy off on and I feel I deserved an 'A+' but my professor, who is also the head of the department, apparently feels that I am a 'B' student. Which might not sound bad, but it is. See, 'B' is the lowest grade I can receive and stay in the program. My GPA cannot fall below a 3.0 or I'm out. And now, well now it's a lowly 3.335... I suck. As of September 5 I am quitting my job and I am devoting my entire life to school and studying. In fact, I am going to go right now and find out what my books are for my fall classes and go ahead and read them now so that I can read them again and really learn it during classes. If I can just get a few 'A+'s then maybe it will pull my GPA up to an acceptable level. Until then I am in hiding. I'm an ostrich. My head is officially buried in my books. Oh and I want to lose 10 pounds...