I whined. I cried. I acted like a baby for most of the semester. The day of reckoning has arrived. My final grade is in for my History course last semester. I’m not sure how I pulled it off – but my final grade is a nice, respectable 3.7 (A-). Considering how much of a struggle it was to get through without pulling all my hair out I’ll happily take the grade and move on to the next course.
Oh. Wait. I already did move on to the next courses. And somehow, unbeknownst to me, between this past weekend and today I’ve managed to get behind on my papers. One minute you’re ahead and the next you’re desperately scrambling to keep up. Seems almost like work…
As for last semester’s Psych class – since writing the exam last month I haven’t heard anything from my prof. But I’m still going to remain confident that I did well in it. I actually had a clue what I was babbling about in that exam. Keep your fingers and toes crossed.
As for your question yesterday Joy – No, there is no end in sight in the foreseeable future. Once I’m finished this degree I’m off to beg and plead for admittance into grad school. However, I will be throwing a massive party once I’m finished at RMC.