Two A's, one A-, and a B. The B was in Composition, but I think it's a fair grade, as my first two projects for the class were awful. (I was pretty rusty, and learning Logic Pro was . . . well, let's not go there.) So my GPA is 3.57--not too shabby, if I may toot my own horn. The real surprise was the software class, in which I thought, at best, I would get a B (proabably I should be putting these grades in quotation marks, but I'm too lazy today), but I ended up with an A-. When I told my friends, they wanted to know if I'd gotten my professor drunk. (No - but we were drunk along with the rest of my class and the class ahead of us . . . ooh, was that a fun party.) My dad wanted to know if I'd held a gun to his head. (No - not even a squirt gun.)
What I really dig about this program is how supportive everyone is of each other. It's a MUCH more positive environment than my last school (which I shall not name). Everyone is eager to trade ideas and talk about music. And while everyone knows how to loosen up after work, we don't forget the reason we're here. I know I won't have that support after I graduate, but it's nice to have it while I'm getting my bearings. This whole semester has been one long, expensive exercise in a) learning not to panic, and b) trusting my instincts. Hopefully by the time I graduate I'll be ready to fly.
Anyway. I feel even less coherent than yesterday. Maybe I just need a few more days to recuperate. Pics of the ice storm coming soon . . .