Yes, you heard it right. I am now a P-3! The worst year of pharmacy school is now over forever!
All my exams are over. I will (unless something drastic happens) have one A, one B and two B+. Unless I somehow can manage a B+ in therapeutics. Unfortunately, the grading scale for this department is EVIL. Meaning, that B starts at 85%. That means my GPA is going to plunge, but I can live with it. Besides, it's not the GPA, it's the rotations that's most important for getting a fellowship/residency/better-than-standar
The class party was quite fun. Tequila could use more sugar, though. I told Ryan he should have put one more tablespoon into the blender. Beer was so-so, but drinkable. I didn't have to drag in my own stash (I had it in the trunk just in case). The dogs were going nuts - three of our guys have dogs, and they brought them over to wreck havoc to get into our drinks. Paul makes excellent burgers - that's the first time I had two in a row. Although the fact I haven't had anything but a Twix bar in the previous 8 hours, and only a pack of strawberries before that.
Last, but not the least, my green hair was a complete disaster. I didn't realize that it's going to be so hard to spray-paint my hair myself, and that this small can isn't nearly enough for my long hair. As a result, my reddish-brown hair covered by thin dust of green became the nastiest, ugliest shade of greenish-brown possible. Something like a moss-covered tree in a swamp. With a few streaks of really nice bright green. I had to get into the shower and wash it off immediately. :D Sorry, no pictures for that reason.