I won my grade appeal case! I have a B and don’t have to retake the class! I am offically a grad student! Oh, the ecstacy. I will give you the blow-by-blow.

So, Friday the dean emailed me and told me she’d have an answer Monday. Monday comes around. I had a critique at noon with one of my new professors, a guy I hadn’t had yet but had heard great things about. The critique went really well - I had to show my old paintings and talk about my new concept. My old paintings didn’t get torn apart and people seemed to like my concept, the one with the little girl and the Pikachu.

That was great, but it was getting to be evening, and no phone call or email from the dean yet. I went to my second class - another critique, this time of sketches. Fine, good. I go to check my email and the dean has written me, and it was the most glorious email I have ever received! The email telling me I don’t have to spend an extra $2600 just because my professor was a bitch! The vindication email.

The rest of the evening passed in a gleeful blur. Driving home from the studio, I had a thought. Good things happen in threes, right? So why don’t I buy a lottery ticket, just for the hell of it? There’s a gas station now; I’ll go on in.

I buy a scratch ticket. I go to my car to scratch it, because I was too ashamed of the clerk watching me scratch it in front of her and make a sad face when I inevitably lost. Well, I didn’t lose. I won. I won the lottery!

THREE DOLLARS!!! Awwww, yeah. Best day evah!