I have been putting off a lot of things this week: cleaning, packing, sleeping, writing letters, showering. So I sit in a dirty room, and I smell, and there are clothes and papers everywhere. And I sit here accomplished.
I passed. Everything. At least, I think I did. I will know by tomorrow.
My GPA is "ruined". I will probably be on grading remediation pending bringing grades up next semester, threatening termination of my scholarship. I don't even care. I practically rolled down a snowy hill after I walked out of my last final out of sheer elation.
I have never had to work so hard in school - minus that first semester in a new high school. Passing this semester was probably my most profound accomplishment. I am proud of myself. I am proud I stuck with it, that I came back to school this semester, that I am coming back next semester, and that I actually love what I am going to do for a job someday.
I will write more thoughts once they come - right now I am a little too overwhelmed to be coherent. Right now I'm going to watch The Hills and clean my room and take a shower and get dressed up and go to a concert tonight and love on people.
For all the 4.0's you have accumulated, and for how you faced the BVN attitude of "we're as good as any private academic institution," this one is the best. This accomplishment is the first one that actually scared you and confronted you and dared you to succeed. And you did. I am so proud of you, more proud than of the successes that gave you high GPA's. As for scholarship requirements, uh, well, we'll figure that out as we go, eh?
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