I'm done! Took my final final this morning and sold a couple of books at the Book Buy Back in the campus book store. I just checked my grades. I have A's in Theater and Psychotherapies, and I'm confident that I've got an A in Abnormal Psych, though the final grade isn't officially posted yet.
So, what about Research Methods? Well, that final grade isn't posted yet, either, but I think I have all the scores for all the tests and assignments. I only made an 85 on the final. The pisser about that (among other things) is that the final was the easiest test of all the exams we had all semester. I simply didn't study enough. I waited a bit too late (just a bit, mind you) to begin studying (maybe by a day or two, really), and there was another paper due in the class, to be turned in when we came to take the final. I spent a good deal of effort on that one, and did a fair job of it. Not spectacular (80%) but decent. In other, better news, I made a 92 on the BIG Paper! I'm thrilled about that. Anyway, according to my calculations, I think I made a high B in the class. A very high B. If my calculations are correct, I missed an A by 0.67%. Yep, less than 1%. 2/3rds of one percent. I don't have the final grade yet, so we shall see. I'm trying to pretend it doesn't matter. It's good to make a B.
It's time to change the subject. I'm beginning to get upset.
So, in celebration (and because I have some cash from selling my books) Superman and I are going out on a date tonight. We're both looking forward to that. Light is home now, having finished her semester last week. She can stay with Diva. (She doesn't know about this yet.)
Did I tell you that Sproing earned a day pass from his current digs? Diva, Superman and I went to the facility for a family therapy session at 10:00 Sunday morning, and afterwards we brought the boy home for a few hours. It was great having him home, I think. I'm glad, theoretically, that he was able to come home, but I wasn't having a good day. Stress, you know. I ended up sleeping almost the entire few hours he was home. I did, however, drive him back to the place. We had 1.5 hours alone, just the two of us. It was pretty good, I think. I'm not sure how he feels about it.
Tonight is the next visiting opportunity, but Superman and I are going on a date, as mentioned previously, rather than driving up to see him. We'll go see him again on Sunday, and probably call him some time this evening.
Twitch comes home next Monday. I'm sort of looking forward to that, too. I love the boy, you know. I enjoy interacting with him. Last time they were all (except Sproing) home at Thanksgiving, I was stressed out. To all of a sudden have the kids back in the house was a bit more excitement than I could handle. It's weird, and I don't know how normal this is, but I used to thrive with that level of activity. When C and S lived here we had 6 kids/young adults living in this house. It was great. Perhaps I wore out my nerves with that one. Or perhaps the recent unpleasantness with the younger two frazzled me enough that I've not recovered. I dunno.
I just talked to Sproing's therapist about his Christmas visit. We'll be able to pick him up on the morning of the 24th, and he'll stay with us until Saturday evening, the 26th. If things get a bit dodgy we can take him back a little early, but his therapist thinks he'll do really well. She says he's changed a lot, grown up a lot. I need to discover who this new child is. I saw bits of "my boy" when he was home last Sunday. It was very good. He's been so messed up for the past, I dunno, year or so that he hasn't shown us that charming boy whom I love so much. That boy is coming back, but he's a lot more grown up than he was. We must get to know each other again. It's a bit scary. Good, but scary.
I'm off to find some lunch. Have a lovely day, one and all.
