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So here's the 411 on my latest round of thinking out loud:
1. My credits transfer almost perfectly to the U of M faculty of Agriculture. There's a couple of courses that will have to be transferred from my Diploma in Agriculture (animal production, plant production, hog slopping 101, advanced pickup truck driving, etc) which may be iffy considering how long ago that was. Other than that, I've only got a few classes I'll need to pick up, one of which is taught by a different CEO every week.
2. I'm proud that my Dad was a U of M Aggie (early 60's). I'm proud that my mom was (technically) a U of M Aggie (late 60's). I'm proud that my only brother was a U of M Aggie (1993). I'm proud that I'm part of the family tradition of being a U of M Aggie (1997). I'm ashamed to be a Ryerson school of Business Management student. I can say firsthand that this faculty has spawned several major drug dealers--hell, one guy I know pays his tuition by selling stolen home electronics. And despite our reputation, a lot of our grads are borderline illiterate.
Why do we have such a good reputation, then? Because our name sounds so freakin' cool. Look at the other business schools--U of T's Rotman (say it fast or in a loud setting, it sounds like "rotten"), or York's (Schulich, aka Shoe Lick), Concordia (John Molson School of Business--party school, much?) or even U of Manitoba (Asper--the hardcore right-wing media mogul who ran with Conrad Black, even though Izzy Asper did a lot for Winnipeg). Ryerson, named for Egerton Ryerson, the founder of Ontario's public education system. The province saw fit to name Ontario's first Institute of Technology after him, since they screwed him out of the land & building in the first place. His statue now looks out over what became Ryerson University, as a testament to how easy it is to fuck someone out of a few acres.
3. All I have to keep me here in Toronto is the Eyeopener. Granted, it's a great little paper and I love it to death, but it's still just a job. And to be honest, the pay is so little that it's more of a volunteer position than a paid job. Outside of that, it's pretty empty here--I'm going to spend the fifth consecutive thanksgiving at home, alone, forcing myself to study for a fucking exam on a subject I hate the next day.
To be honest, it's all for naught. I have to accept that the rest of this year is destined to be a living hell, and will probably have detrimental effects on both my sanity and my future. Christ, if I knew I was so masochistic I would have picked a fight with Chuck Norris four years ago and saved myself all the tuition money.
1. My credits transfer almost perfectly to the U of M faculty of Agriculture. There's a couple of courses that will have to be transferred from my Diploma in Agriculture (animal production, plant production, hog slopping 101, advanced pickup truck driving, etc) which may be iffy considering how long ago that was. Other than that, I've only got a few classes I'll need to pick up, one of which is taught by a different CEO every week.
2. I'm proud that my Dad was a U of M Aggie (early 60's). I'm proud that my mom was (technically) a U of M Aggie (late 60's). I'm proud that my only brother was a U of M Aggie (1993). I'm proud that I'm part of the family tradition of being a U of M Aggie (1997). I'm ashamed to be a Ryerson school of Business Management student. I can say firsthand that this faculty has spawned several major drug dealers--hell, one guy I know pays his tuition by selling stolen home electronics. And despite our reputation, a lot of our grads are borderline illiterate.
Why do we have such a good reputation, then? Because our name sounds so freakin' cool. Look at the other business schools--U of T's Rotman (say it fast or in a loud setting, it sounds like "rotten"), or York's (Schulich, aka Shoe Lick), Concordia (John Molson School of Business--party school, much?) or even U of Manitoba (Asper--the hardcore right-wing media mogul who ran with Conrad Black, even though Izzy Asper did a lot for Winnipeg). Ryerson, named for Egerton Ryerson, the founder of Ontario's public education system. The province saw fit to name Ontario's first Institute of Technology after him, since they screwed him out of the land & building in the first place. His statue now looks out over what became Ryerson University, as a testament to how easy it is to fuck someone out of a few acres.
3. All I have to keep me here in Toronto is the Eyeopener. Granted, it's a great little paper and I love it to death, but it's still just a job. And to be honest, the pay is so little that it's more of a volunteer position than a paid job. Outside of that, it's pretty empty here--I'm going to spend the fifth consecutive thanksgiving at home, alone, forcing myself to study for a fucking exam on a subject I hate the next day.
To be honest, it's all for naught. I have to accept that the rest of this year is destined to be a living hell, and will probably have detrimental effects on both my sanity and my future. Christ, if I knew I was so masochistic I would have picked a fight with Chuck Norris four years ago and saved myself all the tuition money.