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I had so much passion and excitement about all things business when I started this degree. And even now, on the rare occasion that I pick up the business or financial sections of the paper, I can feel that passion simmering below the sensations of futility.
Yet, every time I pick up a business book, it drags my heart and soul deeper and deeper into a pit of despair and hopelessness. I really don't feel as if I can become a successful entrepreneur anymore, now that Rye High's business faculty has beaten it out of me.
And now, I think that's what's stopping me from doing my best. Realizing that this last semester of business school is teaching me nothing valuable or worthwhile has subconsciously prevented me from soaking up knowledge in textbooks or case studies. Besides, the prof of my final business class tells me I can't write and therefore has given me failing marks on everything to date thus far. Ironic, given that I have received nothing but praise for my writing skills, from high school until this point. By the way, this praise includes that from my professor and fellow students in a recent creative writing class.
And now that I've had both cents worth, has anyone else heard "What's this got to do with Pete Townsend?" in the background of the 17-minute version of The Minstrel Boy, by Joe Strummer & The Mescaleroes?
Yet, every time I pick up a business book, it drags my heart and soul deeper and deeper into a pit of despair and hopelessness. I really don't feel as if I can become a successful entrepreneur anymore, now that Rye High's business faculty has beaten it out of me.
And now, I think that's what's stopping me from doing my best. Realizing that this last semester of business school is teaching me nothing valuable or worthwhile has subconsciously prevented me from soaking up knowledge in textbooks or case studies. Besides, the prof of my final business class tells me I can't write and therefore has given me failing marks on everything to date thus far. Ironic, given that I have received nothing but praise for my writing skills, from high school until this point. By the way, this praise includes that from my professor and fellow students in a recent creative writing class.
And now that I've had both cents worth, has anyone else heard "What's this got to do with Pete Townsend?" in the background of the 17-minute version of The Minstrel Boy, by Joe Strummer & The Mescaleroes?