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Sharing Success

I'm thrilled to share some good news with all of my readers! Thanks in part to your help, in response to this post, I have successfully passed my capstone requirement! I now have a Master's Degree in Aeronautical Science! I thought I would share the e-mail my professor sent after I presented my work orally, not trying to brag, I'm just super proud of myself, the DOC (Diabetes Online Community) and all of my pilot buddies always willing to go the extra mile to help a sista out!
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Hi April,

I just finished reading and scoring your ASCI 691 capstone.

To simply get to the bottom line, you received one of the highest scores I have given to an ASCI 691 student! In my 2 or 3 years of teaching this course (approx. 125 students in all), I believe you received the second or third highest score I have ever awarded! Your work is strong or very strong in all areas. You covered each and every Program Outcome very well!

I’ve attached your scoring rubrics and posted your final capstone score (975 points) and final course grade (A)on BlackBoard. Your final grade will not be entered into ERAU’s electronic grading system for another 1-2 weeks—that is, until everyone has finished. As of now only 1/4 of the class has finished.

Congratulations on a superb capstone! It is outstanding in essentially every way.

Alan
 
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And after all of that work...I just feel like doing this:
 
 
Happy Friday Everyone ;-)

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  1. Congrats April! We all knew you could do it and do it better than anyone else. You should be very proud. Don't blame you for a little bragging, it is well deserved! Aunt Vicki

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  2. Yay, great job and congrats!!! :)

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  3. Whoohoo!!!! Fantastic! Way to go, April!

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