My last post about b school!

Maybe. Actually probably not seeing as I haven't even graduated yet, though I did pick up my cap and gown and fancy Master's hood today and they're sitting in a bag on my bed and one day when I'm not lazy I'll try them on and that day might not be until Monday when I actually graduate.

Mostly though I'm here to share with the world that my grades are finally FINALLY in and my GPA this semester is a 3.9. THREE POINT NINE.

And yes I'm bragging and I'm sorry if that's rude but this is my blog and I do what I want and also I've never had a GPA that ridiculous at any point in time, ever. And my overall GPA is clearly not a 3.9 so it's not like I can put that on my resume. But still. I entered business school with the goal of beating my undergraduate GPA and I did that so even though my GPA isn't really a 3.9 it's still a W for me.

I thought that maybe I'd get an A- in my Negotiations class instead of an A, but then I remembered that my prof gives extra participation points for people who agree to negotiate in front of the class, and not only did I negotiate in front of the class once but I also negotiated once AGAINST THE ENTIRE CLASS who he deliberately told to yell and scream and act like jerks except I didn't know that part until I walked in the room and it was like everyone had taken their angry pills that day. I was going to blog about it at the time but I couldn't because I was so worked up from having 30 people yell at me for an hour. Anyway, so I got my A, and I'm pumped. And if you think anyone else in the class ever negotiated against the rest of the class, you'd be wrong. Just me. And for the record, I was asked to do that because I had missed class the week before because I was puking my brains out from a stomach virus. But whatever, worth it in the end. The negotiating, not the stomach virus. That still sucked.

And finally, I got a pretty hilarious graduation card in the mail yesterday from Lacey's parents and I wanted to share it because it's awesome.

On the front it shows 2 girls in cap and gown, and the first one says, "Where's your graduation party at?" and the other one replies, "Don't end a sentence with a preposition."

Then you open the card and the first one says, "Where's your graduation party at, bitch?"

HAHA, I love it.

The end.

This post brought to you by my ability to write run-on sentences.