...that I was so worried about, that I wrote 2 term papers in one night for?
A, and A-.
Der. Imagine if I had really tried. Then I might have gotten 2 A's. Whoop.
I'm so done with grades. They're a punchcard. A forehead stamp. Maybe it's that whole midlife crisis thing we talked about before, but I'm over getting my next degree. I quit. I went to the UNLV online registrar and cancelled my spring classes. I'm not doing it. I will have more time in the evenings and I will save about a thousand bucks too.
A great weight is lifted from my shoulders.
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Well, that was unexpected! Maybe it's just not the time for it. Or maybe there will never be a time for it. I say good for you! I'm big on quitting! We love you no matter what. Unless you kill someone, then probably we'll love you less. Or if you pull somebody's tooth without using anaesthesia. That would be mean.
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