I'm officially finished with my BS in Integrative Studies. I think. My English prof hasn't posted final grades, and that's the one class I'm the most worried about because I have no clue how I did on the final. And since it's 25% of my grade, I'm stressing out about it. I couldn't even enjoy the fact that yesterday was my graduation day. Granted, I didn't attend; N was supposed to be in Grapevine, playing in a baseball tournament...one that was scrapped because of a combination of a storm that blew through in the morning and the threat for more rain today. I have yet to see any, but most of my blinds are closed because I'm a social recluse.
Anyway, I mentioned I was exempt from one final, but there were two other finals that were, um, finalized, by last Sunday. For one final, I needed a 37.5 to maintain my A, and I got an 87.5, so that one was in the bag. (If you're keeping track, that's two As) The other online final was the one that scared me a little bit because I needed a 92 and a perfect score on my final discussion board. I figured she would be lenient on the discussion board (It was a "What was the most interesting thing you learned from this class" discussion...in case you were wondering, I am now fascinated by cults.), so I was really only worried about the final. So when I got an 84, I was bummed because I realized I would miss the A cutoff by approximately 2 points. I anxiously held my breath for two days until she sent out an email saying she was adding 6 points to the final, comfortably securing my A.
Three As toward my quest of ending my semester/bachelors with a 4.0.
And then there's Karen. Now, to be fair, I adore her. She is passionate about her career and truly enjoys her students and our discussions. She does not, however, grade in a timely manner. I would think (and clearly I'm wrong on this) that she would make sure she updated the gradebook for the graduating Seniors in her classes (there were six in our class) so we might know if we are, in fact, graduating on Saturday. Now it's Sunday, and I still don't know how I did in her class. I need a 47 to pass her class with a C, but I don't want a C. Not even a little bit. The final was hard. There were entirely too many stories that were considered "fair game," and I answered at least three questions with "I honestly don't even remember this story OR seeing it on the syllabus." because she should know. It is just too much. All of the short stories were deceptively long, and although some of the questions were very cut and dry, there were a lot of opinion questions. How can you grade someone based on their opinion? What if my opinion vastly differs from her opinion? It's been stressing me the hell out for almost a week. And as of 2:45 PM on Sunday afternoon, I STILL don't have a grade. Grades are due tomorrow, but man...it sure would be nice to know if I need to have a discussion with her prior to the final grades being...well, FINAL.
The major upside of my weekend was Friday. I spent the afternoon with my mom, and we had a total girls' day! I met her at work, then we dropped off my car at her apartment before we took off to Houston's for lunch. Their salads are AMAZING, and so is their cheese toast. I'm drooling. After that, we took off for IKEA, where we didn't really need anything (aside from ideas), but managed to find some dish towels and table runners and bathroom mats that we clearly couldn't live without. We also totally redesigned my living room in our heads about 8 different times, and ALMOST scored a new slipcover for my couch in the "AS IS" section. Alas, it was for a loveseat instead. BUMMER. I've decided to recover my couch in gray (because it is my favorite comfy, cozy color), and I'd love to get the matching loveseat in a stripe because I love stripes. And then...a new chair (also in gray) followed by a couple of storage ottomans to replace the bench that currently acts as my coffee table. It will be amazing when it's done, and it will be done...eventually. Maybe. I hope. The only downside about IKEA is putting the stuff together. I don't know if you know this about me, but I only pretend to be handy. I am slightly more handy than I come across, but only slightly. Just never ask me to do anything like rewire a dryer because I almost electrocuted myself (and my dad) last time I tried that. I lost track of the ground wire. It wasn't my fault! (Okay, it was totally my fault. Hush)
Anyway, after IKEA, we went to pick up N from school and dropped him at home. Then we hit Starbucks and spent an hour at Old Navy buying all the things. We ended our day with pedicures (She chose "Kiss My Tulips" and I chose "Flip Flops and Crop Tops") and burgers from Deliman's, one of which we took home to the hungry, hungry teen. I had to go back to her house to get my car, so we hung out for a few more minutes, and made plans to go to Nebraska Furniture Mart if the aforementioned tournament was cancelled.
I think we jinxed it. Also, Friday felt a lot like Saturday and Saturday felt a lot like Sunday, but since Tuesday felt like Wednesday, and I spent all day thinking Thursday was Wednesday, this is not news. My week is all kinds of messed up.
Saturday, we headed to NFM, and when we walked in, we found the PERFECT cushions for my chairs on my back deck...only they didn't come in chair cushions. Just benches. Curse you, NFM! My mom was overwhelmed, but we did find a few couches she likes, so all was not lost. Also, the rainbow wall of Kitchen-Aid mixers is a total cure-all for anything that ails you. It's just peaceful. We swung by World Market (after missing our exit), and sampled a really good Pinot Grigio whose name I can't remember, and hard Cherry Cola. Oh my gosh, y'all. It was AMAZING. I can't keep it at home because "they" would drink it and not even know there was alcohol in it. Seriously. That good. When I finally got back home, I took a nap and woke up sounding like a chain smoker. It went downhill from there. N suggested Chinese food to celebrate my graduation day (well played, kid), so I croaked the order to the sweet man who doesn't speak English with minimal communication issues.
Graduation: I'm a grownup, and I know it's really not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but it is a huge accomplishment as a single parent...I think. Or maybe it's not that big of a deal at all, but I worked hard to keep my GPA up to graduate (maybe) magna cum laude. And so it kind of stung when absolutely NOBODY (aside from my mom...and even then, I suggested the idea of a girl's day) said anything about it. Maybe it's because I didn't walk. Maybe it's because I downplayed it. Maybe it's really not that big of a deal. But it was a very underwhelming reaction to something I thought was a thing. I guess I'm in the minority here.
Bummer.
Aubs
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