Someone Threw That Brick
I am no longer attending Purdue University.
There is no easy way for me to say that. I found out that I would not be returning on either the day before Christmas Eve, or Christmas Eve itself. To be honest, I can't really remember. I read the grades on the computer screen, and just broke down, completely. I was sobbing. It has been years since I've cried that hard. Once that was done, I was still in a daze. It would take me a moment or two to process what my parents had just said to me. My future looked completely blank. Not the hopeful blank of a fresh canvas, or a new page in a journal, but the deep dark blankness of a cloudy, moonless night, or a tunnel in a mine when all the lights are turned out.
For the first week or so, I simply didn't know what to do. I spent a lot of time thinking. I didn't tell anyone I didn't have to tell, it was simply too painful. After the first week, it was just putting one foot in front of the other. Make a plan. Move out of my apartment. Reapply to LTU. The net result of all of this is that I've been exhausted and drained.
This week was the first week of class at LTU. I've been successful here in the past, but my confidence is more than a little shaken. As a result, it should be easy to imagine how important the first day of class would be to me. I wanted to be there early for every class, and talk with the professors, make sure I have all my books, make sure I'm properly registered and so on. Instead, I had jury duty. I ended up missing my first two classes of the semester, though I did make it to my 7:10-9pm class after buying books. It was then that I discovered that two of my classes had a registration error that had not been fixed.
I sincerely hope these are not the best years of my life.
There is no easy way for me to say that. I found out that I would not be returning on either the day before Christmas Eve, or Christmas Eve itself. To be honest, I can't really remember. I read the grades on the computer screen, and just broke down, completely. I was sobbing. It has been years since I've cried that hard. Once that was done, I was still in a daze. It would take me a moment or two to process what my parents had just said to me. My future looked completely blank. Not the hopeful blank of a fresh canvas, or a new page in a journal, but the deep dark blankness of a cloudy, moonless night, or a tunnel in a mine when all the lights are turned out.
For the first week or so, I simply didn't know what to do. I spent a lot of time thinking. I didn't tell anyone I didn't have to tell, it was simply too painful. After the first week, it was just putting one foot in front of the other. Make a plan. Move out of my apartment. Reapply to LTU. The net result of all of this is that I've been exhausted and drained.
This week was the first week of class at LTU. I've been successful here in the past, but my confidence is more than a little shaken. As a result, it should be easy to imagine how important the first day of class would be to me. I wanted to be there early for every class, and talk with the professors, make sure I have all my books, make sure I'm properly registered and so on. Instead, I had jury duty. I ended up missing my first two classes of the semester, though I did make it to my 7:10-9pm class after buying books. It was then that I discovered that two of my classes had a registration error that had not been fixed.
I sincerely hope these are not the best years of my life.