Bak 2 Skule!

God, do I ever need a break from school! Shut up. I know I’ve only just resumed classes. Fortunately, one of them is starting to get interesting. Unfortunately, I still have another 12 weeks or so of classes, and then one more semester on top of that!

I got really jaded this summer. While I didn’t get to spend it with a woman, I still had a good time and got out there and did stuff. It’s tough to get back into the daily grind. I really don’t want to start backsliding. I only have until this May (knock on wood) and I’m done.

I remember how grad school first started when I first started my program. I was sooooo nervous after being away from a classroom for almost a decade. I was trying to keep it that way too. Unfortunately, a Bachelor’s is now the new high school diploma, and I started to see the writing on the wall career-wise. But I was thisfuckingclose to dropping out, and if it wasn’t for my boss at the time (thanks!), I guarantee you that I would have quit. It didn’t help matters much that my first class was Macroeconomics.

I had Macro back at Stockton. To this day, the only thing I can tell you about it had to do with the baseball strike that was going on (this was back in 95 or 96). Professor Elmore totally sucked back then, and according to a professor review site, sucks just as hard now. In fact, all the things her students are calling her out for today were things I went through with her over a decade ago! Thank goodness for tenure, huh Prof. Elmore? So I was freaked out having my first class in something I really know nothing about. Turns out this was the easiest guy in the world to take. Take good notes, and you’ll be fine!

The other prof had a hardon for group work, and that really freaked me out. New weekly assignment, new group. A 40 page group paper! Ugh. And of course I got a dim view of this early on because one of my teammates was president of her Penn State DC alumni association and trekked up to the big game every Saturday. So our first meeting was at something like 4pm on a Sunday. Man, the point of graduating college is to get on with your life, not relive it with a bunch of current students. It must suck peaking at 21.

Well, sure enough, I was able to endure, and I’m in the home stretch of my grad school career. I can assure you there will be no dual Master’s or Ph.D. for me. Period. End of story!