Yesterday marked the end of what I can safely call the hardest semester I have ever faced. There is always some concern about how well I did in at least one class, and in keeping with that fine tradition I will sit and worry until grades post. As it stands, I know I passed both labs. Fluid mechanics ate my lunch, dessert and all, and then stole my bicycle before it burned my comic book collection. Never before have I encountered such a demoralizing class. Never encountering another like it would be quite all right with me. Design II was a fun class, but my capacity to choke on exams is surpassed only by Tony Romo’s ability to choke in the red zone. I doubt my grade in there reflects how well I can solve those problems when I am not in the process of taking an exam.
Anyway, grades will post and I will know how things went. Hopefully, I will be a senior next semester – a full eleven years since my first attempt at a BSME. To say I am ready to be finished with school would be the understatement of my life.
Now, it’s time to enjoy myself for a little while before I get back to the grind.
Update: I didn’t make it through Fluid Mechanics. A D+ is the same as an F to the engineering department, so I won’t be graduating before I’m 30 now. B in three classes, B- in one, and D+ in the last.