The final part of my enrolment paperwork was completed last night and to be honest I was a little nervous about it. Nervous for no reason. The part we were waiting on was my transcript evaluation to say that I did indeed graduate high school, which I obviously did.
Part of why I'd been putting off going to school here is that I didn't know what my GPA was seeing as we don't do that in the UK and to be honest, my GPA wouldn't be that good. I've never got higher than a C in any subject ever.
GPA is everything here. Stuart's always talking about his. He's really good at keeping it nice an high. I never felt like I could compete. I didn't want to see my GPA because it would prove how much more stupid I am than Stuart - who is not stupid at all.
The transcript evaluation arrived and on it gave me my GPA, which I wasn't expecting.
Who would like to guess Laid-back Laura's GPA? Go on, guess. Part of me doesn't want to tell you so you'll guess but then part of me is worried you might think I really am stupid... Uuuum...
My GPA is 3.5.
I guess that goes to show how much different - and may I say "better" British schooling is? I knew it was different and better but didn't realise that my Scottish "C" is actually an American "B". That's quite a big difference I think. When I say "C" I mean the majority of my grades are that, a few are a bit worse.
I also have 15 college credit hours. I don't know what that means but it's something.
I'm clever in America!!