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First things first, I really need to clarify one of my previous entries. I would have done this earlier, but…time is scant. I wasn’t totally ditched by my group two Wednesdays ago. Heather did forget to send me her work. However, Lisa did send me her work…at 1:30am. That was the reason I was able to go on and finish it up, then go to sleep. I should have known Pauli wouldn’t drop the ball. She sent me her work at 9:00pm, but it didn’t show up in my email until Friday. But they’re not ditching me on the work, and I’m eternally grateful. It’s funny how in past semesters, I could/would do the entire group projects by myself just because my group could never work out free time to get together. Those days are over. Atlas can’t do these things alone anymore.
My older brother is back to being a butt. Then again, he never really left that phase. Something happened with his roommate, and he’s moving back home with Dad. I don’t know how this is going to impact his drug addictions. I don’t know if drugs had anything to do with his having to move back home. The bad thing about his moving back home is that it frees up his rent money for...well…drugs. Dad says he’s going to make clear that as long as Brother is at home, marijuana, alcohol, and tobacco are out of the question. What bothers me is that my parents were never very good at laying down the law with Brother. He definitely doesn’t need to put up with Brother’s antics while still grieving over Mom’s death.
Graduate school is still very intimidating. The best way to describe its different from undergraduate school is that everything is so vague. In my undergraduate classes, the professor might tell us to record the lease transactions given in a handout or in the book. Of course, this was after spending a day or two teaching us how to account for leases. In my current classes, the professor will put an assignment online saying read the following case and write an overview. Those are my instructions-to write an overview whatever that is. So I’m basically winging it. I got a case overview and an article presentation due in Risk Management on Tuesday, a Law quiz on Thursday, and I need to start working on some Federal Tax Research cases. That’s just to name a few things that are on my mind right now. Hopefully, I’ll get use to grad school sooner rather than later. I wonder how much of me is really intimidated by graduate school and how much of me is just ready to start earning some money. I’ve been doing the education thing for over 18 years, and it’s gotten stale. However, if I’m ever going to get my Master’s Degree, it’s now or never. No going back.
It’s weird to describe my feelings. I feel dirty. Not like I went outside and rolled in the mud, but like a beat up car with it’s muffler dragging on the ground, masking tape covering up a broken window, and one of the headlights busted. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like in Risk Management, I sit there and hear the Doc lecture, but the entire time I’m thinking to myself, “Uh oh, I don’t understand a word he’s saying.” The same goes for Federal Tax Research. Those two are so bad because I have tests in those classes with no time to read the book or review the notes with all my projects and papers. Of course, for me reviewing the notes is next to pointless because I haven’t processed the text knowledge for my foundation. Needless to say that everyone else in my class is freakin’ Ferrari pulling off into the distance. “Wait! Wait!” cries the little Fiat.
Last thing worth mentioning, I’ve had several dreams in which I get bit by a small animal (like a squirrel or a possum) and get rabies. I hope it’s not an omen. I can hear my friends now, “Careful, Rob is loose somewhere on Campus and he might be rabid.” That’s it for the night. I’m going to put up my laundry and do some reading, then head to bed.
My older brother is back to being a butt. Then again, he never really left that phase. Something happened with his roommate, and he’s moving back home with Dad. I don’t know how this is going to impact his drug addictions. I don’t know if drugs had anything to do with his having to move back home. The bad thing about his moving back home is that it frees up his rent money for...well…drugs. Dad says he’s going to make clear that as long as Brother is at home, marijuana, alcohol, and tobacco are out of the question. What bothers me is that my parents were never very good at laying down the law with Brother. He definitely doesn’t need to put up with Brother’s antics while still grieving over Mom’s death.
Graduate school is still very intimidating. The best way to describe its different from undergraduate school is that everything is so vague. In my undergraduate classes, the professor might tell us to record the lease transactions given in a handout or in the book. Of course, this was after spending a day or two teaching us how to account for leases. In my current classes, the professor will put an assignment online saying read the following case and write an overview. Those are my instructions-to write an overview whatever that is. So I’m basically winging it. I got a case overview and an article presentation due in Risk Management on Tuesday, a Law quiz on Thursday, and I need to start working on some Federal Tax Research cases. That’s just to name a few things that are on my mind right now. Hopefully, I’ll get use to grad school sooner rather than later. I wonder how much of me is really intimidated by graduate school and how much of me is just ready to start earning some money. I’ve been doing the education thing for over 18 years, and it’s gotten stale. However, if I’m ever going to get my Master’s Degree, it’s now or never. No going back.
It’s weird to describe my feelings. I feel dirty. Not like I went outside and rolled in the mud, but like a beat up car with it’s muffler dragging on the ground, masking tape covering up a broken window, and one of the headlights busted. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like in Risk Management, I sit there and hear the Doc lecture, but the entire time I’m thinking to myself, “Uh oh, I don’t understand a word he’s saying.” The same goes for Federal Tax Research. Those two are so bad because I have tests in those classes with no time to read the book or review the notes with all my projects and papers. Of course, for me reviewing the notes is next to pointless because I haven’t processed the text knowledge for my foundation. Needless to say that everyone else in my class is freakin’ Ferrari pulling off into the distance. “Wait! Wait!” cries the little Fiat.
Last thing worth mentioning, I’ve had several dreams in which I get bit by a small animal (like a squirrel or a possum) and get rabies. I hope it’s not an omen. I can hear my friends now, “Careful, Rob is loose somewhere on Campus and he might be rabid.” That’s it for the night. I’m going to put up my laundry and do some reading, then head to bed.