THIS chick, yours truly, who would never have a meltdown over stupid things (shut up), read that just like the rest of you. Laughed, and wished that person luck. Because it was obvious that she needed it.
Turns out, she didn't.
Grades were posted this morning for the first semester: 4.0 baby.
I'm not even going to pretend that I knew it mid-semester. Hipster turned out to be my worst nightmare when it came to understanding what he wanted from us. He rarely answered emails when we had questions, and out of 20 people, there were always 10 different recollections of what the assignment was. The syllabus was abandoned halfway through the semester and the final was a presentation on an article that no one knew how to apply to modern times, but I found my way though. While it wasn't brain surgery, and I'm far from the first person to work and go to school, I have to say I'm proud.
I'm in no way going to rest on my laurels and think that it's easy street from here on out. I am, however, going to gloat for a few minutes because all of those tears were for naught.
And I'll publicly say it:
My husband was right: I got this.
(did you see that, babe? Read it again, because you know you don't hear it often. Hee. By the way, giving credit where it's due, thank you for you. I got this because of you.)
Onward. 6 credits down. Only 114 more to go. 2 classes this spring, July & August off, back in September. Slowly but surely.
So, thanks to all of you for the support. I can't promise a 4.0 every semester (because: math, eventually), I can hope that I'll still be able to swing something good.
And maybe graduate before I'm eligible for Social Security.