Done With WWU
As of noon today I no longer have any commitments here at Western Washington University. My last final was on Monday and my last retreat with my classmates ended today. The retreat was on Orcas Island which I found to be quite the appropriate ending to my time here in Bellingham seeing as the San Juan Islands were what attracted me to this area in the first place.
Sadly, my last final went quite poorly - though I claim no fault of my own. I have had this same professor for probably about six classes now so needless to say I, along with the rest of my classmates, had gotten used to the format of his tests and had studied accordingly. Well, he for some odd reason decided to try out a new test format for our very last test with him. It didn't really match with what he told us it was going to be on and seemed to consist mainly of trick multiple choice questions. I once again got the highest grade in the class (every single test during my entire time here at Western! Nerd!), which technically is a B (ahh!) but will be raised to an A with the curve (phew). I didn't have this grade complex at Whitman. For some reason though, the thought of getting a B in a Recreation class sends shivers down my spine.
I'll be in Bend in less than a week, though not before I celebrate some birthdays on the way (Julie's in Seattle, and Ben's in the Portland area). I have not had many friends whom I would consider close and a large percentage of those close friends have birthdays either on December 12 (Ben, Julie, Michelle) or in December (Kristo). It makes me believe in astrology.
And why is it that only on the last day of my time with my recreation class do I realize that there is a girl in my class who probably has the potential of being a really good friend? Maybe it is because when everyone else in our class was off doing extroverted activities during our times together we were both sitting somewhere off on our own doing some quiet and introverted something or other. And it was only last night that our two introverted activities happened to take place in the same vicinity as one another. Damn. We even have the same school path (Whitman - Western - possibly thinking maybe about Bastyr).
Sadly, my last final went quite poorly - though I claim no fault of my own. I have had this same professor for probably about six classes now so needless to say I, along with the rest of my classmates, had gotten used to the format of his tests and had studied accordingly. Well, he for some odd reason decided to try out a new test format for our very last test with him. It didn't really match with what he told us it was going to be on and seemed to consist mainly of trick multiple choice questions. I once again got the highest grade in the class (every single test during my entire time here at Western! Nerd!), which technically is a B (ahh!) but will be raised to an A with the curve (phew). I didn't have this grade complex at Whitman. For some reason though, the thought of getting a B in a Recreation class sends shivers down my spine.
I'll be in Bend in less than a week, though not before I celebrate some birthdays on the way (Julie's in Seattle, and Ben's in the Portland area). I have not had many friends whom I would consider close and a large percentage of those close friends have birthdays either on December 12 (Ben, Julie, Michelle) or in December (Kristo). It makes me believe in astrology.
And why is it that only on the last day of my time with my recreation class do I realize that there is a girl in my class who probably has the potential of being a really good friend? Maybe it is because when everyone else in our class was off doing extroverted activities during our times together we were both sitting somewhere off on our own doing some quiet and introverted something or other. And it was only last night that our two introverted activities happened to take place in the same vicinity as one another. Damn. We even have the same school path (Whitman - Western - possibly thinking maybe about Bastyr).