Within the next few hours I will have finally finished my last Summer quarter class. I should have been done weeks ago, but I’ve gone right ahead and procrastinated down to the last minute. I will breathe a sigh of relief when I walk out of that testing center, and try not to think about the fact that I’ll have to deal with research statistics again in a few more months.
The fact that isn’t making me too happy at the moment is the realization that this will be my first class that I won’t 4.0. I’m guessing I’ll get a 3.8 or 3.9. Those are grades that most would be more than happy with, and grades that I would have squealed with joy for back in the mid-90s. And I know I’m being a bit ridiculous in not being satisfied with them now. So I’ll allow myself a small moment of grief at the loss of my perfect GPA, then remind myself that I’ll still get to move forward with my goals, and that the 2% points I’m missing will soon be forgotten.
