Another turn in the overly-cliché (sp) proverbial road of life, or whatever
Did I get the accent mark on the é right?
Anyway. Tomorrow at 8pm, I meet with my Academic Advisor and get the paperwork signed to drop Calculus II. I'm not sure exactly what this will mean yet, except that I don't have to deal with that freaking class anymore. The current plan, assuming my GPA is good enough and finances come through for next semester, is to survey a Calc I class over the summer, then return ready to attack Calc II with proper understanding and everything in order. Alternate scenarios include:
- If my GPA drops below 3.4, I lose $2500 per semester in scholarship. Good-bye LeTourneau. I would probably, in this case, end up going to San Jac central and getting an Audio Engineering Degree, or maybe some vocational degree--If for no other reason than the fact that I can afford San Jac, and whatever loans it might entail.
- I discover a lot of musical talent in myself that I don't yet fully comprehend. I get a few people together, and write a couple songs that people like. I go full time with the rock band and drop out of college, make a (modest) living from music, and say "DUUUUUDE" a lot. (Hey, I never said these were LIKELY alternate scenarios. Don't burst my bubble.)
- I accidentally discover the cure for cancer while mixing nasty cafeteria food together. I get paid millions for the rights, win the nobel prize, etc. Give (almost) all the money to charity (keeping just enough to get by on, of course) and begin a career as a self-funded missionary to wherever I feel like being that day. (See the last sentence of the previous scenario)
- I fail to continue in college because I can't afford it. I can't get a job because I didn't finish college and I refuse to work at KFC. Everyone decides that I'm a jerk and they don't let me mooch off of them anymore. I become dependent on welfare, until I discover the secret to faster-than-light travel. I use it to conquer the world. You must now address me as LORD IAN, BUGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! My friends all steal rediculously large swords in the ensuing riots, fight their way through my minions, and defeat me in mortal combat, RPG style, making me truly sorry that I acted so horribly. I apologize with my last breath. They cry for me a bit, then go back to rebuild civilization...since most of the major cities were, ironically enough, destroyed by the powerful magic and summons they used to defeat aforesaid minions.
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I sense a trend here. These situations are getting progressively more ridiculous. And Geeky. I think I need to shut up now...
(edit) This was going to be a serious entry. The first two paragraphs are anyway. So. Take that as you will...
Anyway. Tomorrow at 8pm, I meet with my Academic Advisor and get the paperwork signed to drop Calculus II. I'm not sure exactly what this will mean yet, except that I don't have to deal with that freaking class anymore. The current plan, assuming my GPA is good enough and finances come through for next semester, is to survey a Calc I class over the summer, then return ready to attack Calc II with proper understanding and everything in order. Alternate scenarios include:
- If my GPA drops below 3.4, I lose $2500 per semester in scholarship. Good-bye LeTourneau. I would probably, in this case, end up going to San Jac central and getting an Audio Engineering Degree, or maybe some vocational degree--If for no other reason than the fact that I can afford San Jac, and whatever loans it might entail.
- I discover a lot of musical talent in myself that I don't yet fully comprehend. I get a few people together, and write a couple songs that people like. I go full time with the rock band and drop out of college, make a (modest) living from music, and say "DUUUUUDE" a lot. (Hey, I never said these were LIKELY alternate scenarios. Don't burst my bubble.)
- I accidentally discover the cure for cancer while mixing nasty cafeteria food together. I get paid millions for the rights, win the nobel prize, etc. Give (almost) all the money to charity (keeping just enough to get by on, of course) and begin a career as a self-funded missionary to wherever I feel like being that day. (See the last sentence of the previous scenario)
- I fail to continue in college because I can't afford it. I can't get a job because I didn't finish college and I refuse to work at KFC. Everyone decides that I'm a jerk and they don't let me mooch off of them anymore. I become dependent on welfare, until I discover the secret to faster-than-light travel. I use it to conquer the world. You must now address me as LORD IAN, BUGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! My friends all steal rediculously large swords in the ensuing riots, fight their way through my minions, and defeat me in mortal combat, RPG style, making me truly sorry that I acted so horribly. I apologize with my last breath. They cry for me a bit, then go back to rebuild civilization...since most of the major cities were, ironically enough, destroyed by the powerful magic and summons they used to defeat aforesaid minions.
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I sense a trend here. These situations are getting progressively more ridiculous. And Geeky. I think I need to shut up now...
(edit) This was going to be a serious entry. The first two paragraphs are anyway. So. Take that as you will...