Monday, December 13, 2010
Proof that God loves me...
(Aside from the fact that I have simply fantastic friends AND that He created the likes of Zachary Levi and Michael Bublé.)
I've mentioned it before and I'm sure that my total and complete lack of blogging and socializing in general have been excellent evidence, but this semester has been a rough one for me. My usual zeal and adoration for school have been completely absent. I think that part of the problem was that I did not have a single, solitary history class this semester. That's never happened to me in my entire college career. And apparently, my subconscious did not enjoy it. The other factor could be that senioritis has reigned supreme in my universe since May. I am so totally and completely ready to be done with my undergrad and on to something, anything, else.
Don't get me wrong, I love the safety and security of the U campus. I love that I know where all my buildings are. I love that professors know me. I have friends here. If I could pick one word to describe how I feel about life in general right now it would be comfortable. I have a rhythm. I'm the type of person who craves over all stability, with little bursts of change here and there. I blame my mother for this. She fed me, bathed me and put me to bed at the same time every single night as a baby. She instilled in me this need for a schedule and organization.
Back to my proof.
I've been hanging on for dear life all semester, just praying for Cs (since both of my classes were credit/no credit this semester a C wouldn't mar my fairly decent GPA) because I didn't have the energy required to be my normal Hermione like self. This morning, I checked my grades for my Geography class (in which I literally failed 50% of the assignments, but NOT for lack of trying) because we took our final insanely early.
I held my breath as I clicked on the little box which blinked "New Grades Posted" on WebCT. Part of me wanted to just close my eyes and have someone else look, but the mortification that would wash over me if I had, for the first time in my entire life, failed a class kept me from doing it.
It was one of those moments where I felt like the computer was particularly slow and exceedingly fast at the same time. Por fin, my grade popped up on the screen.
Who has two thumbs and has never been so happy to see the letter C in her life?
That's right, dear readers, I passed.
Proof that God loves me and does, in fact, want me to pass my classes so I don't remain in college forever?
I think so.
Happy finals week!