Take the blue pill
I was all set to graduate this fall. The workload would be rigorous, but not impossible. I'd take one summer course while working full-time over the summer and twelve hours of graduate courses in the fall. Then I took the first test in my summer class. Arriving fifteen minutes late (thank you very much Tropic4al Storm Alberto) and without a pencil, the odds were already against me. But that wasn't a problem anyway since two of the four questions I had no clue how to do. The class average turned out to be 44, so apparently I wasn't alone in my confusion. Oh, and my grade? Forty. Cripes.
My poor performance wasn't entirely unexpected. A week into the class we were delving into matrix calculations, a subject I hadn't thought about in over five years. And making time for a graduate level course isn't exactly easy, although in truth I didn't put in as much time as I should've and became distracted very easily.
So some replanning was in order. I contemplated my odds of really buckling down and taking fifteen hours of courses, but my advisor quickly shot down that possibility, saying it's practically unheard of. I countered that an acquaintance of mine actually completed NC State's program in one year, taking fifteen hours two semesters in a row, which was true. Of course then I remembered that he's much smarter than I am and he had a 4.0 GPA all throughout college. This guy did all this while working part-time and maintaining a marijuana habit. Did I mention I despise him?*
But I digress. I'm still taking twelve hours this fall, but I'll probably find a job this fall and take a distance education class in the spring to finish up. Afterwards I will be done with school (hopefully forever) and can go out into the real world where my will to live shall slowly be drained.
*Not really. We still stay in touch.
My poor performance wasn't entirely unexpected. A week into the class we were delving into matrix calculations, a subject I hadn't thought about in over five years. And making time for a graduate level course isn't exactly easy, although in truth I didn't put in as much time as I should've and became distracted very easily.
So some replanning was in order. I contemplated my odds of really buckling down and taking fifteen hours of courses, but my advisor quickly shot down that possibility, saying it's practically unheard of. I countered that an acquaintance of mine actually completed NC State's program in one year, taking fifteen hours two semesters in a row, which was true. Of course then I remembered that he's much smarter than I am and he had a 4.0 GPA all throughout college. This guy did all this while working part-time and maintaining a marijuana habit. Did I mention I despise him?*
But I digress. I'm still taking twelve hours this fall, but I'll probably find a job this fall and take a distance education class in the spring to finish up. Afterwards I will be done with school (hopefully forever) and can go out into the real world where my will to live shall slowly be drained.
*Not really. We still stay in touch.

