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After speaking with my family at great length and doing a lot of thinking on my own, I decided that I needed to withdraw from Irish.
There are a few reasons for this:
1) I'm not very good at spoken foreign languages. I do well in Latin because it's almost all written.
2) I was one of two freshman in the class. There were a few sophomores, a lot of juniors and seniors, and a number of grad students. This freaked me out.
3) I haven't slacked off, but there have been times when I put things off that, in retrospect, should not have been delayed.
I had reached a point where studying for Irish was taking away from the time that I could spend on the classes I consider more important, i.e. Writing, Philosophy and Latin. I think that, at best, with hours of studying, I could possibly pull a D in Irish. Putting that time in elsewhere could be the difference between a C and an A in Latin.
So I made the call and did it.
My advisor disagreed with me, as did my father, but so be it. I'm not trying to take the easy way out, because this means adding another extra course down the road to make up for it. I'm simply trying to prevent ending first semester with a bad taste in my mouth.
I sent my professor an email to explain things to him, try to give him a heads up. Trying to be a stand up guy, y'know. He responded that we should talk, because he thinks my work warrants a decent grade.
What the hell?
I can't believe that. I wouldn't give myself a good grade after my pitiful performance thus far this semester. This added greatly to my confusion, but once again, speaking to my family and some personal contemplation led me to decide to stick to my guns and go with the decision to withdraw.
So that's my story.
Oh, on a completely unrelated note, my uncle is starting an Alapaca farm. I mean, not really, but he's been tossing the idea around, which I find hilarious. He knew exactly what to say to cheer me up.
Peace and good karma.
There are a few reasons for this:
1) I'm not very good at spoken foreign languages. I do well in Latin because it's almost all written.
2) I was one of two freshman in the class. There were a few sophomores, a lot of juniors and seniors, and a number of grad students. This freaked me out.
3) I haven't slacked off, but there have been times when I put things off that, in retrospect, should not have been delayed.
I had reached a point where studying for Irish was taking away from the time that I could spend on the classes I consider more important, i.e. Writing, Philosophy and Latin. I think that, at best, with hours of studying, I could possibly pull a D in Irish. Putting that time in elsewhere could be the difference between a C and an A in Latin.
So I made the call and did it.
My advisor disagreed with me, as did my father, but so be it. I'm not trying to take the easy way out, because this means adding another extra course down the road to make up for it. I'm simply trying to prevent ending first semester with a bad taste in my mouth.
I sent my professor an email to explain things to him, try to give him a heads up. Trying to be a stand up guy, y'know. He responded that we should talk, because he thinks my work warrants a decent grade.
What the hell?
I can't believe that. I wouldn't give myself a good grade after my pitiful performance thus far this semester. This added greatly to my confusion, but once again, speaking to my family and some personal contemplation led me to decide to stick to my guns and go with the decision to withdraw.
So that's my story.
Oh, on a completely unrelated note, my uncle is starting an Alapaca farm. I mean, not really, but he's been tossing the idea around, which I find hilarious. He knew exactly what to say to cheer me up.
Peace and good karma.