I was totally about to post a “ou est mon pantalons?” post, but then I found ‘em.
Whew. That was a close one. *sign of relief*
So. This is the time of the year when I, typically, would do a “end of the semester wrap up post” where I would wisely and judiciously sum up the successes and failures of the previous semester. Not wanting to break tradition… here we go.
There’s good news and bad news about last semester. The good news, I suppose, is that I didn’t fail any of my classes. See: didn’t tank my GPA. Score. The bad news, conversely, is that I didn’t learn much from my classes. In fact, I don’t think I learned a damn thing–but maybe that’s just what I get for never going to class? (heh– I could make a joke at Ken’s expense right now… but because I value his friendship, I’m going to withhold.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some Kanye West to listen to. Nothin’ wrong with bein’ a drop-out. I swear. =)
Actually, I’m somewhat robbed of a sense of accomplishment. I mean, oh, the injustice. Heh. I’m still waiting on my grade from fall semester to arrive– I have a pretty good idea of how I did, but there’s one class I’m not sure about (heh, my Thai class– go figure). But … well, I’m not surprised. That’s why I started following up on my grades back in February– between the office at Thammasat where the motto is “work? what do you think this is? an office?!” (see: sah-nuk, or “fun”) and Nick Myers in the Study Abroad office, who’s motto is “what? you’re a student? oh, yeah. grades? Don’t sweat it. Um. Yeah. I’ll follow up on that. Why don’t you send me an email to remind me, and then check back in a month,” I’ll be lucky if I ever get my grades transferred from Thailand. Psh. It’s all good– it’s not like I learned anything, anyway. =P
Seriously, though– fall semester could start tomorrow and I couldn’t be more ready for it. For all intents and purposes, I took a year off from school. And I’m ready to be back. So ready to be back. Four months. Count the days.