Grades are in.
I got 4 A's, and 2 B+'s.
I know that's good, but I kind-of feel like if only I had studied for, like, 20 more minutes I would have gotten all A's. Damnit.
The sad part is, I've gotten a 3.7 or better for the past 5 semesters, and I just graduated with a 2.9 cumulative GPA.
You may wonder amongst yourselves exactly how dumb I used to be, that I allowed myself to get such a piss-poor GPA that 5 semesters of 3.7's couldn't fix it.
But I shall not speak of it.
Oh, no--I shan't.
Because that's a good story that can make up a blog some other day when I again have nothing to write about.
For real, people.
My undergraduate career is over.
I'm officially a smart bartender now.