I had a very interesting meeting with a professor yesterday. After a rough semester prior (see: "Push"), I was a bit surprised at some of my grades. They weren't too bad. Scraping in good work by the nose is/was no fun. There was however one grade, or rather, a lack thereof that bothered me. I got an "I" standing for incomplete in one of my favorite classes. In all of my 7 semesters in undergrad, I'd never recieved an I. I finish. I finished, right?
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