It's amazing what power a teacher has over you

So, yesterday was the last day of this course. We evaluated, vented, and, we got our papers back - oh, you know the one, the paper I was agonising about a few weeks ago. But before handing them out, our teacher did what every teacher has to do before doing such things as giving out results. I am of course referring to scaring the shit out of the students by talking about what will happen for those who haven't passed.
She starts out by telling us not to get depressed if there was a U (for failed) on the front page, because a lot of people had failed.
Gulp. Cue every person in the classroom throwing panicked looks around the room.
She continues by saying that the reasons for not passing had been either not answering the questions at issue in a proper way, or, having written a 'sort of crappy analysis'. Yes, those were the words she used. In Swedish, but it's still accurate.
Gulp again. Cue me (and probably everyone else) thinking 'Was my analysis sort of crappy? What did I write? Was it crappy?'
The moment of truth arrived. She called my name, I went up and got my paper, looked at it... And see? That little curlicue on the top of the page?


'G' for 'Godkänd'! I passed! I could dance.
But I won't, because I look ridiculous dancing.


Today, I went to the bookstore and successfully returned the two incredibly expensive books I bought for when writing my exam - being careful when reading them paid off. Literally. Now I can use that money to pay the fine for the delayed library books that are still sitting on my desk. Money in, money out.
Of course, I'll probably have to buy the books again for when I have to write the whole thing one more time. And then return them. Again.