'Tis my GPA this semester. Overall it's 3.98.
I managed to get a B in SDEV this time (God was that course a waste of time--and whose brilliant idea was it to make orientation a graded course?). I did just enough work to not get a C. Had I done the personality tests for the umpteenth time in my life, and researched careers (hello, I'm in the pre-nursing program, what career do you think I am after?) I'd have gotten an A.
That's OK though. I got an A in everything else. Even Algebra, which is the bane of my existence. This means I got at least an 87 on my final. The teacher, being clever and evil, gave us a formula the last week of class so we could figure out what grade we'd need on the final to get the letter grade we wanted.
The others were gimmies, to be honest. Freshman Comp II? To borrow a line from Limbaugh, I could ace that class with half my brain tied behind my back. Lifespan Psychology? Been there, studied that in high school. (I <3 Erikson's stages of development). Computer Lit? Why did I even have to take that? (I'm glad I did; I'm now one of few people at the college who can actually use Word 2007. This is relevant since it's the version on all the computers there.)
Next semester: Chemistry I, Creative Writing, First Aid, and Liberal Arts Mathematics. First Aid is actually a 3-hour course. In the gym. And God bless the person who conceived of Liberal Arts Mathematics.
I mentioned to Mark my GPA (which is better than I'd hoped/expected) and my fear of a long waiting list at the nursing school and he squealed like a little girl and told me I should apply at the University of the Incarnate Word. He's of the opinion that they will give me a fat scholarship (it has to be fat; their tuition is 30K a year). I had not intended to go for a BSN straight out of the chute as it were, but since it's going to take me 2 years to get all my prerequisites out of the way (my poor math skills did me in; I can't take A&P yet), I may as well. If I can get in.
Huh. Funny concept. I'd only just come to terms with the idea of an Associate's Degree; I might be going on for a Bachelor's. A BS, no less, which means I will giggle madly most of the time I am in Uni. If I go. Much depends on whether I can get into the nursing school at SAC.