With mom, after graduation. When I was younger, people often called me the girl version of my dad. My youngest brother Calel got most of mom’s looks. As I grew older, more people started to notice the resemblance between me and my mom. I still don’t see it much though, because imo, she’s too gorgeous.
Thank you for giving us all double eyelids, besides giving birth to the four of us. Teehee. :-*
With Mr. Mendoza, my TH151 professor. I was able to graduate because he didn’t flunk me. For the first time in my entire life, I got a D, and it just had to happen in my last semester of college. You see, Theology and I… we aren’t the best of friends. Moreso, reading Ad Gentes and Lumen Gentium. You know what I mean.
I’ve always had 3.0 as my QPI average (4.0 being the highest) since freshman year, and I even got awesome marks for my two other subjects despite the influx of non-academic, extra-curricular, professional work last semester - B+ for Philosophy of Religion and A for thesis. Stricken with panic and paranoia, however, I spent days racking my brains out over my Theology grade before the big revelation. Posting to commemorate this experience, haha. Also, about time I talked about school and grades in my blog, yes?
Now that I’ve graduated, I’m so happy I don’t need to worry about this happening again. /snicker