I have officially survived summer school! Not only did I survive taking two classes, Micro-Economics, and History but I also have kept my 4.0 GPA. I can't say it was easy, I have found I have zero natural talent for Micro-Economics. There are too many percentage changes divided by percentage changes for my liking. On a beautiful Wednesday afternoon, after taking my final the night before and, thanking the stars above it was over I discovered that my final grade for the class was an 89. If you're familiar with the grade system 80-90 is a B, and 90-100 is a A. I was not about to have that. I calculated my grade going off the master syllabus and wouldn't you know it was an 89.4, one tenth from an 89.5 and my glorious 90. So I did what any self respecting student would do and emailed my professor asking for a bump or chance to reach my A. My wish was granted but I has to work for it and complete a chapter review before Sunday when grades are officially entered in the school system. Now here is the key to my story, I received my wish on Friday. I wasted no time and read and completed my chapter review sending the official copy off at 1 am Sunday morning. It felt great. It felt even better looking at my A on my transcript.
My love of history only blossomed with my class. I loved the small stories or people that played such a huge role in the formation of a country. I learned things I have never known, and corrected things I thought that I had. This A came easy, this A validated my love of history.
So now I was free. I had 10 days before the Fall semester starts. As I write this I have 4. Relax I hear you say. Never.
I decided to accept an offer at this new Mexican restaurant in town that wanted me to bar-tend. I was excited. I love bartending, I love talking, I love the extra money for sure. Man was I wrong about this one. Going in from night one there was another girl who seemed to just immediately decide to dislike me. Every thing she had to say to be was rude and condescending. I have not felt so uncomfortable since high school. My next shift was the following Saturday, and it was going to just be me and said girl. I decided to give it another chance maybe it was a 'bad day' thing. I even bought her a Redbull as a peace offering. It failed. By the time my break had come I was beyond upset. I even had a private meeting with the managers about her. I went home and could not figure out how someone, bare in mind well above my age could be so mean, rude and negative to another person. After a long talk with Michael, I decided this job was meant to be fun and this was not fun. That night I politely gave notice that this was my last shift and bid them farewell. I felt relieved. I honestly couldn't and can't get over how some one can be so mean, and make another person feel so purposely uncomfortable. I survived high school. I had made conscious decisions on not letting people like that in my life, and I was refusing to go back.
Now I really did have free time. I debated spending my time trying to finish all the Pintrest projects I had started or just enjoy my time at home. I chose the latter. For our last horah before the fall semester and for a huge relief of Michael sending off his early decision application to Texas Tech! We are going on a brewery tour day! That right 3 breweries one day and, too much beer to end the summer. How it goes I'll let you know.