The meaning of this contrastive reduplication (a term I learned in Grammar 518) is that I have just submitted the final grades for my sections of English 102, at four minutes to five the Monday after final’s week. I am now finished with Grad school.
This is, of course, barring complications. I don’t have my diploma yet; not even my own final grades. I had a nightmare last night that I got a B- on my last paper.
Thank goodness it was all a dream…
Yes. It turned out not to be true. Still, I only got a 3.88 GPA in Grad school. Yes — I got a B once. The first ever.
It sucked.
Now, on to real life, where one does not get grades.
congrats!
A 3.88 will never get you into heaven. You need a 4.0
Grades would be easier, wouldn’t they?
And why have I, who have been out of school these six years, been plagued with anxiety-ridden school dreams?
Grades. Grace. Grades. Grace. I’m onto something…