Week 8 Progress

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Using the progress chart and looking at what I've done so far in the class, I know I'm a bit behind. I'm about 30 points off from having a C in the class. Like I mentioned in previous posts, this is because I've been caught up with some non-school projects and let myself get behind. This isn't the only class in which that's happened, either. 

When I think about the rest of the semester, I know I want to get back into the routine that I had the first few weeks. I was getting everything done at least a day before the deadline, and working ahead when I could. I'm definitely going to have to get some extra credit in at some point to make sure I pass the class. Of course, passing is all I need since I'm graduating and am not worried about my GPA.

Here's to the last second half of the semester I'll ever have!

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