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I'm at work again!
Every now and again I get completely inspired, and decide I'm going to sit down and write something amazing. It will be poignant, topical, interesting, amusing, touching, nostalgic, etc....
But I never have anything to say. I don't know WHAT to talk about. I'm sure I have an amusing anecdote somewhere in my mind, but I just can't think of anything when I'm in front of a keyboard. I guess the basic, bland update is in store instead.
So.
I almost dropped out of school this semester. I got a take home exam, and we got to keep it over April break. I couldn't do some of it. Like - I was unable to figure several of the problems out. So, because everything else had been stellar in that class before this, naturally, I did what I always do. I broke down.
Oh, not quickly, and certainly not with flair. I just didn't go to school the Monday after break. I thought, "Maybe one more day of work and I can hand it in late." Then the next day, I didn't go. By now, I had been slowly wrapping myself in a air-tight cocoon of guilt-fueled denial. When in an air-tight cocoon, what does one do? That's right. You sleep. You sleep a lot.
I set alarm after alarm. Ryan tried to get me up - he pushed and pulled and tried - and I just lay there, trying to hide from the impending failure I could smell pushing in at my periphery. I preferred to lie in the darkness, pretending everything was fine, then to face that I had missed an exam. Of course, it became missing an exam, and then missing a week of school. And then two weeks...and we're in the middle of the third. Finally, I balled up and e-mailed my professors and got some very strange reactions.
The three classes I was really worried about:
"I wondered where you went! You're doing fine, you've only missed one assignment and you can hand it in for reduced credit."
"You missed that exam, but if you do the final you won't fail. You'll probably do well, in fact."
"You've missed a project but just come in and we'll figure it out."
The one class I don't care because it's simple and I can make up all the work in a long night:
"This is a serious undertaking. I want a written plan on how you are intending to get this done."
The moral of the story - If you miss a week of music classes, you fail everything. If you miss a MONTH of math classes, but are capable and willing - you can get pass with "A"s and "B"s.
Ok, I'm done. I don't know if this makes sense or is interesting to anyone at all, but it's what is currently on my mind. So....yeah.
Every now and again I get completely inspired, and decide I'm going to sit down and write something amazing. It will be poignant, topical, interesting, amusing, touching, nostalgic, etc....
But I never have anything to say. I don't know WHAT to talk about. I'm sure I have an amusing anecdote somewhere in my mind, but I just can't think of anything when I'm in front of a keyboard. I guess the basic, bland update is in store instead.
So.
I almost dropped out of school this semester. I got a take home exam, and we got to keep it over April break. I couldn't do some of it. Like - I was unable to figure several of the problems out. So, because everything else had been stellar in that class before this, naturally, I did what I always do. I broke down.
Oh, not quickly, and certainly not with flair. I just didn't go to school the Monday after break. I thought, "Maybe one more day of work and I can hand it in late." Then the next day, I didn't go. By now, I had been slowly wrapping myself in a air-tight cocoon of guilt-fueled denial. When in an air-tight cocoon, what does one do? That's right. You sleep. You sleep a lot.
I set alarm after alarm. Ryan tried to get me up - he pushed and pulled and tried - and I just lay there, trying to hide from the impending failure I could smell pushing in at my periphery. I preferred to lie in the darkness, pretending everything was fine, then to face that I had missed an exam. Of course, it became missing an exam, and then missing a week of school. And then two weeks...and we're in the middle of the third. Finally, I balled up and e-mailed my professors and got some very strange reactions.
The three classes I was really worried about:
"I wondered where you went! You're doing fine, you've only missed one assignment and you can hand it in for reduced credit."
"You missed that exam, but if you do the final you won't fail. You'll probably do well, in fact."
"You've missed a project but just come in and we'll figure it out."
The one class I don't care because it's simple and I can make up all the work in a long night:
"This is a serious undertaking. I want a written plan on how you are intending to get this done."
The moral of the story - If you miss a week of music classes, you fail everything. If you miss a MONTH of math classes, but are capable and willing - you can get pass with "A"s and "B"s.
Ok, I'm done. I don't know if this makes sense or is interesting to anyone at all, but it's what is currently on my mind. So....yeah.