Schooool's Out For the Winter

It's official: I am done with school for the semester. I finished up my last final (physics--it was awful) at 5:00. My travelling buddy very generously offered to drive the whole way home (we usually make a snack stop about halfway and switch drivers) so I basked in my freedom and passengerdom by sleeping off a physics induced headache. Now I'm just waiting, impatiently I might add, to get my grades, and depending on them, I will either have a very pleasant month off or a slightly-less-pleasant-but-still-a-bazillion-times-better-than-being-in-school month off.

Bzzz!

I made my first ever B as a final grade yesterday. It was in Calculus. I had an A going into the final, but the day before the test instead of studying I had a really long lunch with some friends I hadn't seen since last semester, and after that I had an adventure with 2 more friends trying to find Columbus from Starkville. I have come to the conclusion that online maps hate me. When I typed in Columbus, MS show times, Google gave me directions to the theater, and they were to the correct address, just on 45-Alt instead of 45, so we ended up in the middle of nowhere, and after much driving around and calling of various acquaintances who might possibly give us correct directions, finally found the theater right as the movie was starting even though we'd left 45 minutes before. Columbus and Starkville are not that far away. Anyway, the point of all this was that I probably should have studied more, but if I go through all four years of college with a perfect 4.0 but have no new friends and no adventures to speak of, what is it all worth? And afterall a 3.9 isn't that much different. Now the only question is, do I really believe all this or am I just trying to console myself? I guess it has to be a little of both because friends and adventures are important, but I have honestly never made a B before. I was the only person in my graduating class with a 4.0. I made a C in middle school band once (I didn't even know that was possible) but middle school doesn't count, and plus we're talking about B's, not C's. At least it was in Honors Cal III instead of something like Music Appreciation. I at least have a dignified B.

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Good Night

The last 2 and a half years of my life have been consumed by Calculus tests, Calculus homework, and Calculus projects, but as of about 30 minutes ago, I am completely finished. No more derivatives. No more anti-derivatives. No more graphing polar coordinates or approximating power series. It's over. I couldn't be more thrilled. Of course this is all assuming that I didn't do so horribly on the final that I have to retake the class. I don't think that will happen though. I might not get my A but as long as I'm done and my gpa doesn't fall so much that I lose my scholarships and have to get a--dare I say it--(wince and sharp intake of breath) job, I don't really care. I can finally sell my Calculus book back to the book store!

Jumbo Shrimp

Did you know that the word oxymoron is itself an oxymoron? It's taken from the Greek oxy which means sharp and moros which means dull. Amazing, huh?

See Ya MWF!

Today is the last day of Monday Wednesday Friday classes for this semester. This means that I just finished my last day of Intro to Meteorology (which is sad because I absolutely love the teacher), but it is also my last day of Physics (not in the least bit sad. In fact, this couldn't have come soon enough.) and Cal III (somewhat sad because I love the teacher and my classmates, but the point of infinite series completely escapes me). Although I go to French today, it is not my last day (which is rather sad because I'm ready for that class to be over. We don't learn much and I am called not by my name but by the name of my home town, and it's not even me individually. A friend from home is also in the class, so we are referred to as a collective unit, as if we don't have identities outside of each other. Talk about demeaning. There is a bright side though: if I don't know an answer and he calls on us, I can just assume he was talking about D.J. and not bother to say anything. This aside was really long. I apologize. I will now take you back to the original thought.) Foreign language classes are 4 days a week. This is completely idiotic if you ask me. It throws off scheduling for other classes and it only counts as 3 hours even though it's 4. Anyway, now I just have one more day of class (the last French class and Comp II which will only consist of a quiz so it shouldn't take long) and then "Reading Day" and then exams and then HOME! Yay!

By the way, I got a Nintendo DS for my birthday and the game Brain Age. The first day my brain age was in the 70's and lingered there for a while, but today it was 32! I'm getting younger by the minute!