No, really, I haven’t been obsessively checking the university’s website waiting for that last grade.
Once every hour half-hour quarter-hour five minutes isn’t obsessive, is it?
The email from the professor came in at 10:29 AM yesterday, about the same time I was checking the website for the 1×101010 time.
As a reminder, the grade I was waiting on was the one for the big final paper; the “Capstone” project as they refer to it, which is supposed to be a summation of what you’ve learned up to the end of your academic career. At least in terms of ethical analysis, critical thinking, research skills, ability to write prose that makes sense, and maybe something to do with your actual major.
And?
(Yeah, I’m getting a little thin on awesome images. This one is in honor of my pal Chris, who is a much bigger fan of “Star Wars” than I am.)
Barring unforeseen complications (such as the university finding out who was really responsible for that incident in the John Brooks Williams Natural Sciences Center with the three co-eds, the 55-gallon drum of Wesson oil, the Slip-‘n-Slide, the lime green Jello, the power tools, the tank of liquid nitrogen, and the two llamas: oh, wait, did I say that with my outside voice?) it appears that I will be ending my undergraduate career with a perfect 4.0 GPA from St. Ed’s and graduating summa cum laude. (“Summa cum laude” is an old Latin phrase that translates to “I came, I saw, I KICKED ASS!”)
Which, you know, makes me pretty darn happy, thank you very much.
In case you were wondering what all that work looks like, here you go. Feel free to add comments (pro, con, “I can’t believe this is what passes for scholarship at a major university these days”) below.
Why don’t we have a little music? As a matter of fact, why don’t we tear the roof off the sucker?