Did you all know that my college graduation ceremony was last weekend? I didn't go because I didn't want to wake up early or spend $50 on a cap and gown when that money could go toward a mani/pedi. I also didn't want my pregnant ass to have to sit on a lawn chair for hours on end hearing a bunch of names I didn't recognize get called onto a stage. But I did have a taco party with some friends and family and got a lot of nice gifts and had a couple of near beers and a super good time. The whole time we were having said fiesta, though, I had a little voice in the back of my mind nagging me, saying "What if you didn't really pass?" I know it's silly, of course I passed, but it wasn't on the CSUCI website saying it for real so I didn't really know, you know? But last night I received an email from the professor who I was pretty much convinced hated me saying grades had been posted. And I totally spazzed out for a bit on my couch wondering if I could click that link alone. What if I didn't pass? What if I had to go back for another semester? WHAT IF!?!?! But I told myself, "Sack up, ho!" and I clicked the link and there it was: 84%. Just like my other class. Two B's. Two 84% grades to close out my final semester as a college GRADUATE with a 3.0 GPA for the semester. And I'm really done. Forever. And I'm really the first person in my family to graduate from college with a bachelors in anything. And now I can be that mom that has the leverage to say to her son, "Son, you have two options after high school: either join the Navy like your dad did or get a degree like your mom did." Holler.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: I really am a smarty pants and need to start acting like one.