B.

b-b-but first, a quote from Coleman:
"You are the person schizophrenics think everyone is."
(she's right, you know!)

Ironic (or inspired?) that the day I find out I’ve earned my first B is the day I feel so wildly fantastic at everything else. My major linguistics paper—double-digits' worth of single spaced pages on the phonetic, phonemic, morphologic, and morphosyntactic differences between fusHa and amiyya masriyya—came back flawless, compliments of my Overzealous Grad Student. I spent the early afternoon crafting a real personal narrative in Arabic as part of my final exam; it’s sweet and engaging and sometimes even elegant and it’s mine, from me, all mine. I ate Oreo ice cream and discussed literature; I cased every Arabic sentence with which I came into contact and loved every minute.

Oh, and did I mention I’m officially getting a B in o-chem?
Yeah, it was an afterthought for me, too.
(well, for now; I’m sure the existential crisis will descend when it actually hits my transcript)

GPA now:

4.00

GPA as of next week (projecting that the grading of my finals proceeds as ascertained): 

3.97

^ oh, hey, Christmas colors. ^