The incredible falling GPA!

Well, it's official. My GPA is no longer 4.0. (I know, boo-hoo and kiss off, right?)

I knew the day would come that my grade page would show letters other than A, but I hoped I could defend it longer than one semester. But, at least I had the perfect score once.

I tell myself it is because I took three classes in one summer session, that I had to prioritize my studies and poetry just got the short end of too many sticks. I keep thinking that if I didn't take triple the recommended load, I would not have taken a B+. But making excuses doesn't help quiet the little voice saying "Failure!" in my head.

Oh well. Earning a 3.766 for the first summer term doesn't cost a scholarship or cause chaos on a global scale. It is time to move on. Now, if I could just get over it and accept the cumulative 3.900...