I finished way better academically than I thought I would this semester.
I don't deserve my grades. Yes, I did put in an effort, but when I think about how much harder I could've worked, it doesn't even compare.
The countless hours I spent procrastinating I did things like watch Gossip Girl (awful show, but I refuse to stop watching mid-season) and then lament about how Blair and Chuck should be together.
The only way I understand my GPA is that it must've been grace, because I've done absolutely nothing to deserve my grades.
Grace, grace, grace. And I am incredibly grateful for it.