it's the middle that counts.
"beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will... "
--hope floats
well i find myself rounding the corner nearing the end of my senior year in college. I guess I thought at this time i would be applying to grad schools, being assigned to schools to intern at...you know have a basic handling on life. in reality nothing has been further from the truth. I've been through a battle with the speech pathology program, the short story is, they said I couldn't stay, I appealed, and last week they said I could stay. But now I'm facing the fact that I really don't respect how the SLP program is run here, and I don't like how they're "letting" me stay, as ooposed to being happy that I'm here. I feel that they're just letting me stay to cover their asses once I mentioned the dreaded, "undiagnosed learning disability". I just don't want to give masses amount of money to a place I don't respect. i would ultimatly be staying because of my handful of friends who arent't graduating this year, my boyfriend, and my part-time job. Which when you think about it, aren't a reason to be stay in a program where you'll be miserable. Western's SLP program is notoriously prestigous and I think they get caught up in having only "the best of the best" that they're treating truly passionate students who don't understand science, like shit. I'm not trying to start a revolution here or anything...but i think i might want to go out with a bang.
I went to Eastern on Thursday and got accepted on the spot, which yeah I know isn't much of a feat. And I just got an acceptance letter from Central. I really liked Eastern, the campus was far less ghetto than I remember, and they do their program out of special ed, which is ultimately what i'm going to do with my degree. I wish that someone would tell me what the right decision is, and then I'll do it. The thought of not seeing Erik everyday makes me cry on the spot, but so does the thought of seeing Mrs. Hillenbrand everyday. I guess I just thought since I was one of the few college students who hasn't changed their major once, than I would be skating out in four years and on my way to grad school. I never thought that I would be apartment hunting while crying in Ypsi. I hate the thought of re-establishing myself in another town. I hate that my mom is already pressuring me to move home and commute to Eastern. I hate that I don't have a lease signed for next year. I hate that I'm not smart enough to have done this right the first time. I hate that at the most inopportune moment my mom will casually throw in "aren't you going to miss Erik if you leave" as if the thought hadn't yet crossed my mind. I hate that if I transfer I'll have to wander around campus not knowing where anything is. I hate the amount of money I've spent. I hate that everyone around me has a clear plan for next year and I...don't.
--hope floats
well i find myself rounding the corner nearing the end of my senior year in college. I guess I thought at this time i would be applying to grad schools, being assigned to schools to intern at...you know have a basic handling on life. in reality nothing has been further from the truth. I've been through a battle with the speech pathology program, the short story is, they said I couldn't stay, I appealed, and last week they said I could stay. But now I'm facing the fact that I really don't respect how the SLP program is run here, and I don't like how they're "letting" me stay, as ooposed to being happy that I'm here. I feel that they're just letting me stay to cover their asses once I mentioned the dreaded, "undiagnosed learning disability". I just don't want to give masses amount of money to a place I don't respect. i would ultimatly be staying because of my handful of friends who arent't graduating this year, my boyfriend, and my part-time job. Which when you think about it, aren't a reason to be stay in a program where you'll be miserable. Western's SLP program is notoriously prestigous and I think they get caught up in having only "the best of the best" that they're treating truly passionate students who don't understand science, like shit. I'm not trying to start a revolution here or anything...but i think i might want to go out with a bang.
I went to Eastern on Thursday and got accepted on the spot, which yeah I know isn't much of a feat. And I just got an acceptance letter from Central. I really liked Eastern, the campus was far less ghetto than I remember, and they do their program out of special ed, which is ultimately what i'm going to do with my degree. I wish that someone would tell me what the right decision is, and then I'll do it. The thought of not seeing Erik everyday makes me cry on the spot, but so does the thought of seeing Mrs. Hillenbrand everyday. I guess I just thought since I was one of the few college students who hasn't changed their major once, than I would be skating out in four years and on my way to grad school. I never thought that I would be apartment hunting while crying in Ypsi. I hate the thought of re-establishing myself in another town. I hate that my mom is already pressuring me to move home and commute to Eastern. I hate that I don't have a lease signed for next year. I hate that I'm not smart enough to have done this right the first time. I hate that at the most inopportune moment my mom will casually throw in "aren't you going to miss Erik if you leave" as if the thought hadn't yet crossed my mind. I hate that if I transfer I'll have to wander around campus not knowing where anything is. I hate the amount of money I've spent. I hate that everyone around me has a clear plan for next year and I...don't.