Everybody sing: "There can be miracles when you believe..."

After the long nerve-wracking wait, I finally got my grades for senior year first semester a.k.a. my worst semester. They were better than I expected. Universes away from my expectations!!! Believe me, that far.

I had felt frustrated because I believed that I had already given my everything but nothing just seemed to go right. You all know this. My academic slump. My emotional breakdown. The death of my grandpa. My lack of study habits. Etcetera etcetera. Then I did quite well with some requirements just when the sem was about to come to a close. However, when I computed my grades (Yes, I'm GC. I believe in excellence and making the most of what was given to me. I'm not gonna impose my philosophy on you, don't meddle with mine.), it felt short from my goals. But I guess everything just falls into place with faith.

I once again made it to my favorite list--the Dean's List.

*Rachelle does an entire shindig-night's worth of dance, cartwheels and runningman included.*

Oh my God! I was praying that I would at least get a 3 so that my parents wouldn't get that much disappointed. (Yeah, that was how much I thought I screwed up.) So when I looked at that sacred piece of paper and discovered 3 A's, 2 B+'s, and a C+, I couldn't think of which saint to thank first. Well, the C+ is kind of a spoiler but I really don't mind because everything adds up to 3.58. It ain't one of my highest but it's good enough. Now I only need a 2.6 next semester to graduate Cum Laude. I cannot tell you how relieved, happy, grateful, and shocked I am.

Come on and sing with me: "There can be miracles when you believe..."