Looking for something to look foward to

If, somehow, I manage to escape this semester with an ounce of sanity left, it will have been a miracle. Given all of the emotional, mental, financial, all-over stress life has passed down to me thus far in 2011, the fact that I am still sitting here today feeling not too bad surely must mean something. As it stands, I’m looking at 3 A’s and 2 B’s for this semester. Am I happy with this? Hell to the no. At this point it means I will be graduating college without a single semester of straight A’s, one of my primary goals going into sophomore year. It’s bad enough hearing my roommates brag about their straight A semester last semester. The one class I got a B in last semester while abroad was a class I felt didn’t deserve my A effort anyway.

Plus, I would love for a chance to brag about my own straight A semester to my roommates. In fact, I would demand a medal were I to get straight A’s this semester, in the face of all my family drama, my nonexistent bank account and cash flow, the reverse culture shock, and all the work/internship hours I’ve put in this spring.

I was very angry this afternoon to find out I received a relatively low score for a reaction paper I did last week for my political sociology class. I was angry because it was the kind of score I was receiving at the beginning of the semester, when I didn’t put in any effort, whereas last week I actually did the readings and carefully scoped out my analysis. Like what the fuck? I hate the way this TA grades, it’s so unfair and he gives no feedback on how to improve whatsoever.

Thinking about school is making me angry. Must. Stop. Thinking.

(But of course, that is going to be virtually impossible now that finals weeks is breathing down my neck. Sigh, I need a beer.)

My plans for after college graduation are rather murky at the moment. I do have one goal now that I hope I can start working toward: returning to Costa Rica. A classmate from last semester is looking to go back in September, and I am determined to accompany her. How I will do this, I do not know, considering I have less than $200 to my name right now and last semester in Costa Rica I spent at least $1500. Granted, that was over the span of four months, and in September I’d be visiting for a week. Let’s see, if I spent about $470 on my flights last year (totally a guess there), I’d say I would need about $250 for a week…I must start saving up for ideally $800 by September. This is probably totally a bad idea, since Costa Rica last year and my spring break trip to Florida this year absolutely killed my savings, but I’m gonna do it! Even if at the moment I have no real job, no real income, no real…anything.

Costa Rica! I promise I’ll be back!!



Finding out that your spring semester grades are finally up on Banner is like Christmas. Except more nerve-wracking, because unlike Christmas, what you open up may not necessarily be a gift. Well, when I got home last night from the bars at 2 in the morning, I was rather taken aback to read all my friends’ Facebook statuses about grades being up. Not wanting final grades to keep me up all night, I saved the big reveal for today.

And so, I woke up this morning and luckily remembered that grades were up, and when that screen on the self-service application loaded, I held my breath.

Dun dun dun.

Honestly, I didn’t feel like I put in any effort to my classes this semester at all, at least not until practically the last 2.5 weeks of school. Unlike last semester, where I was legitimately sad to see all my classes end, I did not care about this semester’s roster of courses. It also didn’t help that there were quite a few distractions, and I went out and got drunk every weekend. And yet, somehow I managed to pull off a 3.86 GPA. This is the closest I have ever gotten to straight A’s. I am in shock. And the one class I got the B+ in was the one class I feared I would get a C in.

I don’t know what I did, or how I did it, but I’m so happy that I ended the year with such a bang. Junior year theoretically should have been my hardest year ever, and while it certainly required more work than my freshman and sophomore years combined, it wasn’t as hard as I thought. I mean, I took a whole bunch of advanced hour classes this semester and yet I made it through them. I actually increased my GPA this semester.

Hooray!! Here’s to two more semesters left of my undergraduate career!!! (*sniff*)