Woe of woes, the Darkness has triumphed

Term GPA: 3.647

Oh curses! Vile grades! Swear words at the tip of my tongue about to pour forth like the rivers of Babylon! I writhe in the shredded garb of disgrace that I made for myself!

The B in Chaucer--which I had to wait for 2-and-a-half weeks for mind you--vanquished my chances of achieving Dean's List. To miss it by .020 is very disenheartening. *Sigh* Instead of being 3-2 for Dean's List (the numbers are semesters), I fall to an unsavory 2-3.

Hats off to Jordan for making Dean's List. Stength and Victory are his.

Just now my sister has said not to be stressed about this kind of stuff, and worry less about what others think...I already know this, but I guess I'll try and follow those bits of advice better.

Next semester looks to be interesting...the future, which glitters like gold, holds much promise for our young hero. Who knows what treasures he will find? What lessons to be learned? A come from behind victory in grades, and perhaps some domination at fencing are in store. You dear readers, will read of these exploits, unless the blogging world becomes a cold, sterile place, and our hero leaves for greener pastures.

A change in careers?

A part of me wants to be a doctor...to do so would basically require me starting over college. But, if it's what I want to do, it should be done. Doing surgery is out (and thus a lot of options), but I was thinking about perhaps being an ear, nose, and throat doctor.

Still, the thought of a being a teacher is still strong, as is the thought of being a professor.

And once again, the thoughts of being involved in law enforcement a la FBI profiler have been rekindled.

Hmm...

Merry Christmas

Late I know, but I was busy.

Hope you all had a very merry Christmas.

Every final it's the same...

...I tell myself I'm going to study harder, or rather, study earlier, but it just doesn't seem to happen. Just have one more test to go: History of Modern France, 8 AM, Monday.

A part of me says, "Bah! It'll be a cold day in Hell before France takes me down!" But the other part says, "Dude, why bother...France isn't worth it."

What will happen is this: I'll read over everything tomorrow, and probably pull out a B- on the Final. And I'm cool with that. I'm pretty sure that I could fail it too, and still pass. Obviously, I don't want it to come down to that, but I could live with it if it happened.

Of course, there is the dream of getting Dean's List. I already know 2 of my 5 grades: B+ and A.

It is achievable! And then I get a nice, neutral letter from the Dean that reads like a flow chart:
"If you're an undergrad, keep up the good work."
or
"If this was your last semester, good luck in the future and I hope you stay connected to the U."
or
"If you're a grad [honestly, I don't remember what it says for grad, but it's something more official sounding than what I as an undergrad would be told] ... "

One more year of fencing...

Once I'm done with college, I'm done with fencing. It seems that if you stay with fencing past that stage, it is highly likely you turn into a douchebag. There are three variations:

1. the "I'm so full of shit" douchebag. arrogant and brash, likes to throw their weight around when in power.

2. the extremely controlling douchebag. this variation usually dwells in a club it formerly coached and still expects to run things.

3. the extremely controlling "I'm full of shit" douchebag. true, there are a lot of similarities between the two anyways, but it's rare that the two species merge so perfectly to create this hybrid.

Another possibility is the obsessive and arrogant freak. this type looks like they'll pop if they lose a bout. Like its cousins, usually finds a way to critique any and everything.

That said, there are good older fencers. I'm just saying I haven't seen a lot of them.

Laughter is good

I laughed uncontrollably when I read this...felt like sharing the joy.

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Fear the Motivator (should be kicking in soon)

Coming up on the last few days of classes and finals, I have a lot to do and yet...I'm not feeling it at the moment.

This calm feeling will no doubt disappear and be replaced by desperation, but until then, I'm feeling remarkably calm.

Crown me with laurels

Ahh...nothing like a glorious victory in fencing!

Hail Ceasar!

Oh, you're all to kind. Really.

But yes, I fenced a friend who is QUITE good, and won. Not only that, but it was a come-from-behind win too. He was smoking me 6-2 (we play to 15), but then, I got in "the zone," and turned the tables. Seriously, I had some amazing hits: off the hand, off the foot, many quick ones that he didn't see coming; I chalk the first two up to a copious amount of luck, but they were still fantastic to get. It took everything out of me...my legs were like jelly when I finished, my heart was beating very rapidly, and I thought if I didn't get any water I'd pass out. But, there was nothing like the sweet taste of victory in my mouth.

Apologies to those who found that boring, but it's been the highlight of my week (and will probably stay that way unless I manage to pull of a date with a gorgeous girl).