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A Sense of Accomplishment

This is your fair warning - you don't have to keep reading if you don't want to hear how awesome I feel right now. So...you've been warned.

I just got my grades from UVU for Fall semester. All I have to say is 4.0!! I am feeling pretty freaking awesome about that! I know for most of you that might not be a huge deal, but I didn't get very many 4.0 semesters in college and then after 7 years of being out of college, going back full-time while balancing work and stuff...not to mention the fact that two of those classes were Statistics and Chemistry...it's pretty epic.

I have a new found respect and admiration for those who successfully balance full-time work and full-time school. It totally sucks!! And I can't even imagine throwing a family into that mix! That's just nuts! I almost died and I only have to worry about me! Luckily I narrowly escaped death and I'm gearing up for another semester of this craziness. But this moment of euphoria is almost worth the last three months of stress and struggle and pounding my brain against lots of hard objects. Almost.

Comments

Jessica said…
Holy crap, you are amazing!! I got one 4.0 once...one semester...in high school. By the time I got around to working FT and doing school FT, my motto became "C's get Degrees!"
Unknown said…
GO KRISS! this is just a cosmic confirmation of your awesomeness.

next step? making that Irish accented dream a reality. hehehe.
Baby Sister said…
Wow Kriss!! You are awesome!! Kudos to you!! We should totally celebrate that tonight!! Congrats. :)
-M- said…
You are SO AMAZING!!!! You should be so proud of yourself! :) I'm proud of you too! :D I knew you could do it.
Becky said…
Just so you know, whenever you finish a semester you get to buy yourself a present. And if you get grades you're happy with you get another present. Go buy yourself two presents! yeah! Congrats. I always knew you were awesome.

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