Final Results Are In!
Before I tell you my grades, I have to tell you a fairly convoluted story (as usual). I mean, it just wouldn't be a Good Ol' PostTM without it, right?
So, I saw Kid Rock was coming into town on the 12th of December, and both Gail and our roommate, Jeri, love Kid Rock. I did the only decent thing any man could do in the same situation and immediately called for tickets ... an early Christmas present.
Since I don't drive that way every day while school is in-session, I missed out on groups of tickets, and all they had left were individual seats a few rows apart. I figured, "it's still Kid Rock, stupid," and bought the tickets, anyway. Doors open at 6, show starts at 7.
Then, I get to school the next Monday, and we start talking final dates. Finals Week is December 10-14. I only have two classes, and one of those is on Tuesday/Thursday. So, guess when my Monday/Wednesday final was? That's right: Wednesday, December 12, from 5-7.
Of course, this is the class I knew I was going to ace, anyway. I've already had this material; I only needed to take it at the graduate level to fulfill the requirement. So, I politely asked for a final reschedule, and moved my final around several times, eventually arriving at 3:30 on Wednesday (which would still give me time to drive home, change or freshen up, and be at the concert by 6).
Naturally, this is the weekend right before was when the ice storm hit. School and work were both cancelled that Monday. And my professor lost power.
So, I get a phone call on the afternoon of the 12th from Dr. Bridge, who tells me he's been without power for 24 hours, and is just now getting out to clean his car so that he can be at UCO in-time to give the regular final.
"I know you're going to ace this test as much as you know," he tells me. "So, instead of making you waste gas and drive up here to take a final that I'm not prepared to give, here's what I want you to do..." And, with that, I spent that afternoon writing a three-page assessment of everything we'd studied that semester, spelling my name correctly (as Dr. Bridge had forewarned me to do).
Later on, I get a text message from him reading:
I got your final B-)
To which I replied:
B-? I thought you said I'd be getting an A!
... mostly because I think emoticons are strange in text messages. I'm only now coming to accept them in chat panes and email messages.
Then, Gail wasn't feeling really well, so I ended up not going to the concert, anyway (which I think Riverwind Casino and/or Kid Rock were both equally retarded for still having ... I mean, that ice storm is now being considered a natural disaster; did Kid Rock still go to his New Orleans tour dates right after Hurricane Katrina?). Instead, I went out and got networking equipment to network Jeri's computer and wirelessly connect to the new Wii I got for Christmas. After downloading Kirby's Adventure and Streets of Rage 2, Gail was just as happy (well, probably not anywhere near as happy, but it's my post and my imagination, so I can pretend).
But, it was nice to know that I did this all as a 4.0 Grad Student. Huzzah! A's in both Operations Research I (the aforementioned class with Dr. Bridge), and Advanced Calculus I (Dr. McClendon, who told me one night that I am "one of the brightest students to come through this class in some time." I can't wait to take AC II).
[Go with the grace of ( ',:^{D}]
So, I saw Kid Rock was coming into town on the 12th of December, and both Gail and our roommate, Jeri, love Kid Rock. I did the only decent thing any man could do in the same situation and immediately called for tickets ... an early Christmas present.
Since I don't drive that way every day while school is in-session, I missed out on groups of tickets, and all they had left were individual seats a few rows apart. I figured, "it's still Kid Rock, stupid," and bought the tickets, anyway. Doors open at 6, show starts at 7.
Then, I get to school the next Monday, and we start talking final dates. Finals Week is December 10-14. I only have two classes, and one of those is on Tuesday/Thursday. So, guess when my Monday/Wednesday final was? That's right: Wednesday, December 12, from 5-7.
Of course, this is the class I knew I was going to ace, anyway. I've already had this material; I only needed to take it at the graduate level to fulfill the requirement. So, I politely asked for a final reschedule, and moved my final around several times, eventually arriving at 3:30 on Wednesday (which would still give me time to drive home, change or freshen up, and be at the concert by 6).
Naturally, this is the weekend right before was when the ice storm hit. School and work were both cancelled that Monday. And my professor lost power.
So, I get a phone call on the afternoon of the 12th from Dr. Bridge, who tells me he's been without power for 24 hours, and is just now getting out to clean his car so that he can be at UCO in-time to give the regular final.
"I know you're going to ace this test as much as you know," he tells me. "So, instead of making you waste gas and drive up here to take a final that I'm not prepared to give, here's what I want you to do..." And, with that, I spent that afternoon writing a three-page assessment of everything we'd studied that semester, spelling my name correctly (as Dr. Bridge had forewarned me to do).
Later on, I get a text message from him reading:
I got your final B-)
To which I replied:
B-? I thought you said I'd be getting an A!
... mostly because I think emoticons are strange in text messages. I'm only now coming to accept them in chat panes and email messages.
Then, Gail wasn't feeling really well, so I ended up not going to the concert, anyway (which I think Riverwind Casino and/or Kid Rock were both equally retarded for still having ... I mean, that ice storm is now being considered a natural disaster; did Kid Rock still go to his New Orleans tour dates right after Hurricane Katrina?). Instead, I went out and got networking equipment to network Jeri's computer and wirelessly connect to the new Wii I got for Christmas. After downloading Kirby's Adventure and Streets of Rage 2, Gail was just as happy (well, probably not anywhere near as happy, but it's my post and my imagination, so I can pretend).
But, it was nice to know that I did this all as a 4.0 Grad Student. Huzzah! A's in both Operations Research I (the aforementioned class with Dr. Bridge), and Advanced Calculus I (Dr. McClendon, who told me one night that I am "one of the brightest students to come through this class in some time." I can't wait to take AC II).
[Go with the grace of ( ',:^{D}]