End of Term Gloating

We got our grades pretty damn fast at UNC. Like day-after-the-essay-was-due fast. And instead of getting traditional grades, you get a 2-page long evaluation of your performance, which is so full of praise and compliments it might make your head explode. It's a nice, heady sensation which you can remember fondly when you start classes again next term and have to prove yourself all over again.

I would just like to say, THIS IS THE HARDEST SEMESTER I HAVE EVER HAD. Probably the most rewarding, too. I guess the loss of all my friends and family from my social sphere had one upside: I didn't have any other options but studying. That's a little depressing.

Next semester: all language study. Where did my grammar go? I would like to think it's still lurking somewhere in the back of my head, maybe hiding behind the 'migraine sphere' or something, just waiting for a time to haul its ass back out into usable memory. If not, this is going to be a very disappointing 'vacation' trying to review all this crap.