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anigoAnd by school, I mean mine.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am currently in the middle of my first class of this term of (hopefully) the last year of a (I kid you not) 13 year program. Yes, I started this fucking degree, and I do mean fucking degree (sorry if I offend) on September 11, 2001. (It's an easy date to remember.)
I'm fairly confident that if any class will break me, this will be the one. I thought the Stats class you all suffered through with me was bad, but this is the second Finance class and knowing how much I suffered through the stats class based on the fact that I let too much time lapse between the first and second class, and knowing Finance I was tough 5 or 6 years ago, and knowing that we're half an hour into the class and we're currently going around the room introducing ourselves while he mangles our names, and knowing he actually logged into the wrong internet class this evening and knowing that his syllabus is loaded with spelling errors, and knowing that, while he's asking people questions about their backgrounds he's typing and its coming across like somebody playing off-key bongos really loudly while we're trying to talk, and knowing that I have absolutely no patience whatsoever with idiots at the moment, I am fairly certain I will need to be medicated to make it through this class, meaning that nothing I learn will sink in while medicated. And since the midterm and final exams are worth 80% of the overall mark, I'm pretty sure I'm screwed.
However.
I am taking two courses this term (Finance II and Operations Management) and I'm expecting the other course to be ok. And then next term I'm taking Business Policy (which shouldn't kill me) and Child/Parent relationships (an elective, and pre-recorded so I can do it at my leisure) and then I only have 6 credits left, which I plan to challenge over the next month. And even if I'm unsuccessful on any of the challenges my worst case scenario is I have this year and next year and then I'm effing done. DONE!!
So assuming I survive until my exam (the first week of December) I'm golden.
Please bear with me while I vent over the next 3 months. I will be using you instead of booze.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am currently in the middle of my first class of this term of (hopefully) the last year of a (I kid you not) 13 year program. Yes, I started this fucking degree, and I do mean fucking degree (sorry if I offend) on September 11, 2001. (It's an easy date to remember.)
I'm fairly confident that if any class will break me, this will be the one. I thought the Stats class you all suffered through with me was bad, but this is the second Finance class and knowing how much I suffered through the stats class based on the fact that I let too much time lapse between the first and second class, and knowing Finance I was tough 5 or 6 years ago, and knowing that we're half an hour into the class and we're currently going around the room introducing ourselves while he mangles our names, and knowing he actually logged into the wrong internet class this evening and knowing that his syllabus is loaded with spelling errors, and knowing that, while he's asking people questions about their backgrounds he's typing and its coming across like somebody playing off-key bongos really loudly while we're trying to talk, and knowing that I have absolutely no patience whatsoever with idiots at the moment, I am fairly certain I will need to be medicated to make it through this class, meaning that nothing I learn will sink in while medicated. And since the midterm and final exams are worth 80% of the overall mark, I'm pretty sure I'm screwed.
However.
I am taking two courses this term (Finance II and Operations Management) and I'm expecting the other course to be ok. And then next term I'm taking Business Policy (which shouldn't kill me) and Child/Parent relationships (an elective, and pre-recorded so I can do it at my leisure) and then I only have 6 credits left, which I plan to challenge over the next month. And even if I'm unsuccessful on any of the challenges my worst case scenario is I have this year and next year and then I'm effing done. DONE!!
So assuming I survive until my exam (the first week of December) I'm golden.
Please bear with me while I vent over the next 3 months. I will be using you instead of booze.