Goddamn Van Halen rawks
They might be 80's, they might have had big hair, but dammit, they freaking kick Regan-era ass.
David Roth kung-fu ness aside, I'm really not feeling the love from Ryerson anymore. I mean, I've never felt the love, but it's even worse now. I think it has to do with failing my entrepreneurial finance midterm. Actually, it's more to do with the fact that I tried to teach a friend everything I knew, and then studied more. Not that I mind helping, but the bastard BEAT ME!!
The prof also waited until after the drop date to give me the mark back. In other words, I have to live out the next four weeks of my life with the constant doom of this class hanging over my head. By "doom," I mean hell will freeze over before I get considered for a grad school with two "F"s on my transcript. Then again, would I really want to do an MBA if the undergrad was this kind of hell?
That's what this post is really about. The MBA program I'll never get into. And Van Halen.
And the fact that laradwyerhad sex. With Van Halen.
David Roth kung-fu ness aside, I'm really not feeling the love from Ryerson anymore. I mean, I've never felt the love, but it's even worse now. I think it has to do with failing my entrepreneurial finance midterm. Actually, it's more to do with the fact that I tried to teach a friend everything I knew, and then studied more. Not that I mind helping, but the bastard BEAT ME!!
The prof also waited until after the drop date to give me the mark back. In other words, I have to live out the next four weeks of my life with the constant doom of this class hanging over my head. By "doom," I mean hell will freeze over before I get considered for a grad school with two "F"s on my transcript. Then again, would I really want to do an MBA if the undergrad was this kind of hell?
That's what this post is really about. The MBA program I'll never get into. And Van Halen.
And the fact that laradwyerhad sex. With Van Halen.