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1) I need out of school. OUT OUT OUT. UWM is just jerking my chain, not letting me out. I'm talking to my advisor on the 12th (It took two weeks to get an advising appointment around here! I mean come ON people!) and I want everything I need to do to graduate written down. In a list. I need all the loops to jump through, I need all the forms to fill out, I need everything in a step by step list. I want no loose ends and if I don't get that I'm going up the chain to my advisors boss. And up the chain and up the chain until I GET OUT!
Eight years for an undergrad degree with a full load of 15-18 credits per sememster is unholy and mean. If that's how it is I'm switching schools. I'm not a bad student but I am pretty pissed off.
We take this dissapointment coupled with the fact that I am...
2) loved very much and have a great support structure
and somehow it ballances, though I have a nagging fear that I will never get out of school.
"I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest"
Jon's comunal living house is pretty awesome. His roomates gave me fudge, part of which I had for breakfast and they are always messing around with eachother. He lives with four girls and the poor guy never grew up with a sister but I am confident he will cope. I can tell they talk about their lady-bits just to make him squirm though and it's funny. At night they get together and talk about their best and worst parts of their days, and read to eachother. I'm a little jealous but my roomates are awesome too - jessica pumped up my cross bike tires for me when I couldn't do it. I came home and they were filled which must have been some work.
HOPE HOPE HOPE!!!
Eight years for an undergrad degree with a full load of 15-18 credits per sememster is unholy and mean. If that's how it is I'm switching schools. I'm not a bad student but I am pretty pissed off.
We take this dissapointment coupled with the fact that I am...
2) loved very much and have a great support structure
and somehow it ballances, though I have a nagging fear that I will never get out of school.
"I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest"
Jon's comunal living house is pretty awesome. His roomates gave me fudge, part of which I had for breakfast and they are always messing around with eachother. He lives with four girls and the poor guy never grew up with a sister but I am confident he will cope. I can tell they talk about their lady-bits just to make him squirm though and it's funny. At night they get together and talk about their best and worst parts of their days, and read to eachother. I'm a little jealous but my roomates are awesome too - jessica pumped up my cross bike tires for me when I couldn't do it. I came home and they were filled which must have been some work.
HOPE HOPE HOPE!!!