(One of the pagan goddesses to whom I pray is the Muse of Epic Poetry, so it doesn't hurt that I actually enjoy the art form, heh.)

Meltdown, possibly? It happens from time to time. I really loved my Existentialism course, but it was one of two in which I got a B, mostly because I think I spaced out on the final (because I had three finals in one day and was too stubborn to reschedule one).