bragging on myself

there aren't too many times that i am truly proud of myself, proud of my accomplishments. sure, i'll be happy and feel satisfied with a job well done. but it is rare that i feel proud. on tuesday, my entire writing class critiqued my newest short story. and i would like to take a moment to write what they had to say:
"i want to start off by saying that i really, really, really liked your story. i think it is definitely one of the best we have read so far."
"i did enjoy your story and i don't casually hand out compliments in that fashion."
"you do an excellent job of developing real, believable, and likeable characters! i was especially struck by the natural dialogue."
"this story was GREAT; i think you've really done an excellent job here."
"your story may be one of the best written stories i have read in a long time."
"i absolutely loved this story."
and my professor wrote:
"as usual, it is a great pleasure to read your writing. you are a very good writer--you have a way with very original details and quirks in your characters. i'm always drawn right in with your writing and get seduced by the rich detail and engaging prose...i really hope you keep writing (and i don't say that lightly)."

i am really proud of myself.