3 down, 1 to go...
Mission accomplished.
For all my teeth-gnashing and paranoia and frustration, I'm pretty sure I pulled somewhere around a 3.5 this semester. (Of course, once I get my grades, I could get smacked down to earth, but whatever - I feel pretty good right now.)
This was, without question, the most eventful academic year of my life. It was also both the happiest and most stressful and most aggravating, all at the same time. My lifelong battle with anxiety seemed to reach its zenith, but I feel like it's been subsiding.
All in all I feel like I have control over my life, and I'm happy about where I'm at. Can't ask for much more.
One more year and it's off to the big, bad real world.