End of the Semester

I am pretty crazy excited. Last night I took my last written final, which I actually feel really good about - a relief after several finals that I felt rather "hmm." about overall.

(*translation: hmm. = well that probably stunk. But I studied. But that test was hard. Why were those questions so weird? Oh well. No point being sad about it cause I can't change it now.)

This was a difficult semester. When I got engaged in December people cautioned me not to let myself get too distracted. I was told by numerous people that it is very easy for your grades to suffer while you're engaged. Trenton's bishop even said he flat out failed at least one class during his engagement. I didn't fail any classes, and overall I think I did a good job staying on top of all my tasks. I turned in all my assignments, even did the large majority of my readings - which wouldn't have been any different if I hadn't been engaged. Sometimes assigned reading just isn't the thing I feel like doing.

That said, it wasn't a straight A semester. I know those do exist in college for some people, but they've been pretty elusive in my brief time here. After taking my anatomy final and realizing I would be most likely getting a B+ overall in the class (despite the fact that I totally know the little bone which has been hurting every time it rests on the laptop is my pisiform.) I was a little disappointed. I knew I had worked hard and done my best, but since when was my best a B+? High school was straight A's and easy breezy semesters. Even with 5 AP classes, I hardly studied and still got great scores. College has been a little harder. Maybe my brain is getting crusty with age. More likely the classes are just harder.

Getting lower grades (yes, like a B+) made me a little nervous about my scholarship - having a full ride this year was really excellent, and it would sure be nice to continue not having to pay for school, especially because Trenton and I are going to be poor. But you know what? B+ is something no one should be ashamed of. If you stuck with something, if you went to the icky lab and learned how to interact with the cadavers and specimens without feeling queasy, and you studied the lab book inside and out, and played histology jeopardy with your fiance because you needed to review but could not trust yourself to keep focusing if you did it alone, then BAM for a B+. Bam for the passing the class. Bam for finishing the class.

Life goes on, and it's a wonderful life that is going on too. Not the Christmas movie, which is fun, but not what I'm referring to.

The other accomplishment I'm feeling quite proud of today is my room. Yesterday I wrote about junk accumulating. Last night, I got home from dropping Trenton off at about 11:40 and was slightly surprised to see that my roommate was nowhere to be found.

As I said, my roommate being asleep is one of the main excuses I have for my room not being quite so spic or so span. (Spic is kind of a hilarious word. Who came up with spic?) And thus, at 11:40 I said to myself, "Self. Ain't nothing stopping you. Clean this puppy." and so I did. At about 12:47 (roughly) I got out my reading light and shined in behind my dresser, desk, and bed, just to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Indeed, verily, all my search yielded was a ziplock bag which went promptly into the trash. Everything else had been sorted, packed and is now waiting to move on it's merry way.

I do have a clogging final in a couple hours. For Advanced clogging the final requires us to choreograph a duet. Trenton and I danced together (shocker!). We have a cumulative clogging record of 5 semesters. 2 of those semesters belong to me. It might not be the most perfect dance you ever saw, but it's to the Pokemon theme song so I think everyone ought to respect that a little.

Truth be told, I would just like that final to be done already. It's the last thing between me and my two glorious days of break between the end of school and the start of SPAC ( for which, I promise, I am so incredibly stoked). Plus there's moving and deep cleaning the apartment...like the sliding tracks to the glass door...that's going to be ew. And yet! I am very eager to get this dance out of the way and move on to better and brighter things.

Go and prosper. I will strive to do the same.