Lol @ kewlu's first answer.
I handed in everything today, and it's only just dawned on me that the process (I hesitate to use the word journey as it is not only terribly cliché, but it also doesn't have quite the right cadence to it) has come to an end. This course was so much anxiety, stress, anger, emotion, and fun. Fun fun fun fun fun.
Definitely lived up to my expectations. My English teacher encouraged me to do it way back in Year 8, and I spent the subsequent years trying to find out as much as I could about it, so that when I actually got to the start of the course, I'd be at least moderately versed in what I was getting my little old self into.
Better or worse? In what aspect? In the Journal, I flunked like hell. I've barely enough entries to scrape through, I didn't write very much at all. It's formed the structure that reflect my changes in idea and stuff, and some research, but there's not nearly enough substance as I'd like there to be. But meh. *shrug* My Major Work however, I was really happy with that. I thought I'd have a more difficult time with this when I started out late last year, but I actually coped well and composed something that I'm satisfied with.
Glad it's over? That's a bloody understatement. I'm fucking elated that this course has finished; it means one less thing I have to worry about in the lead-up to HSC. But really, I'm also feeling quite nostalgic - it was an enthralling experience all the same, so I'll miss it. You watch - I'll spend fifteen minutes tomorrow afternoon waiting at my teacher's door, before realising that there are no more Ext2 classes. Altogether now - aww.