final exam, and it was over in 17 minutes. Not that I'm complaining. Far from it. I didn't even rush the process at all, just took my sweet old time. And what do ya know, the semester's over. (One of the questions on the 17-minuter was who plays Left Field for the Philadelphia Phillies. And it was a legitimate "current events" question for the class. Man, I can't believe how incredible Raul has been. Correction, I can believe it, I'm just in shock that it translated into classroom success for the author of this blog)This was probably my best semester at Temple U, and that's saying something, considering I've already done a few peoples' shares of years in college. It was also my best, which is ironic for a few reasons.
First off, it came on the heels of my journalism professor confirming what I already thought to be true: Grades mean nothing in the big scheme of employment. Maybe in certain circumstances it's nice to tote your accomplishments, but who the heck cares that you got an "A" in Intro to World Religions if you're applying for a managerial position at a company.
Secondly, I had a mid-semester break-up, which is never a walk in the park, and can be an enormous distraction, especially when you're dealing with crap in school you don't care about to begin with. The last split I had in-semester was devastating. Granted, that girl was certifiably insane. Still, the point is that I'm glad this one went well, and am still shocked that I had my best semester in spite of it.
So anyhow, school's out for summer!!!!! Aaaah, that feeling never ages, even if I do...
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