My turn for a turning point in life...
Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 5:45 am
Well, I've done something in my life that is going to be extremely good for me. It may not seem like it at first, but please, trust me on this one.
Background:
I started college last fall (of 03). It was great. I had great friends, and had a good time. I did well in my classes, and I was enjoying being out on my own.
Second semester, things went downhill. I partied a little to hearty, made my mistake and paid the price. I would have been OK if it weren't for this one class with this real bitch of a professor. He hated me, and I knew it. He hated that I knew the information, and still did poorly on his tests (I am a HORRIBLE test taker).
Struggled through the semester, and vowed never to take 17 credits again. It was ROUGH, and that class killed my spirit to go. I did, indeed, fail that class. I started hating school, and regreted my choice of going to that college. I tried to perk up and do well in my other classes, but it became a job that I hated with every ounce of my being. I could hardly stomach waking up in the morning having to face that shit day after miserable day.
This semester, it's gotten worse. I am taking 12 credits (11 is the minimum), and figured that I'd take the semester easy and regroup my GPA. I've got that same asshole professor for 2 classes (when I registered, the professor was "TBD" and the class was not offered at another convenient time for me (conflicted with another course or were at 8pm and 9pm respectively, 3 nights a week). I thought I could deal with it, and I had learned all of the information he was teaching. First test came up and I choked. I knew the information, I just couldnt get it out on paper. (this man is notorious for horrible test questions, lots of doublespeak and such. Like GWB wrote the damn thing).
Got the test back and I got a 41% on it. After class, he told me flat out, "you will not likely pass this class." The next test (he only gives tests, no other way to bring up your grade) was after the official cutoff date for withdrawing from a class.
So, I had to make a choice. Fail the class, and risk failing out of school (absolutely not an option. I REFUSE to fail out of school). Withdraw from the class, and no longer be considered a full-time-student (thus being booted from campus). Suffer through a failing class and focus efforts on other, totally mind numbing classes. To keep a GPA that would keep me in school, I'd have to ace all of the classes (one of which, Dr. Asshole teaches), I can't risk that. All of these options leave a permanant blemish on my college record.
So, I took the 4th door.
Tomorrow, I will be finishing off the transfer paperwork, and withdrawing (with a relatively clean record, i.e. I didn't fail out) from this school.
Future schools will never see this semester, it'll be like it never happened.
But wait, you say. How is this good?
I've already spoken with an advisor at the local community college, set up a schedule for the spring semester, and have all of the transfer paperwork ready to go. All I have to do is officially register for classes the 3rd week in November, and I'll be set for the spring semester. I'm transfering schools, without finishing the semester. I was assured that this happens more often than one would think. That was a comforting thought, and I didn't feel quite so alone anymore.
I'll be taking the rest of this semester, working my ass off to pay off my debt, and get myself started with a bit of money and a new outlook on life.
Next fall, I make a choice to either continue at community college and build my GPA up further, or transfer to a different school. I'm undecided about that right now, so I'll keep thinking.
I'm really, actually, excited about this. I was MISREABLE at school. I hated waking up, I hated being there. All of my friends drink religiously, and I have since quit (I started school 2 months ago with a case of Amber Bock [24 bottles]. I have 15 left, and I've given away at least 5 or 6). I would go to class in the morning, eat lunch, go back to my room and sleep for a bit. It sucked. Seen the movie Office Space? My school life was just like that. Now I'm doing something about it. I felt like I was wasting everyone's time, and my parents money.
I'm not really happy that it had to come to this, but I knew at the beginning of the semester that the only thing keeping me at school was being so close to the River. I knew that I would not be attending that school past this year. I couldn't take it anymore, and so I did something about it. I'll bid my farewell to the river, and be sure to visit when I go to my girlfriends house.
I felt like I was going down the same road, every day. And I was getting to a sink-hole that I couldn't get around so I'd be stopped. Every day, I ended up at a sink-hole. The only thing I could do, is take a different road. And that's what I am doing.
This asshole professor has ruined my last day (he always speaks very gloomily about the future of the human race. I got sick of hearing his biased and negative comments).
Anyway, I thought I would share. Everyone seems to be posting their changes in their lives, I thought I would post mine.
I didn't become really excited about the opportunity that I'll have until this morning when I got a hair cut. At Shepherd (the college), I felt like I was shutting doors to my future by staying there and putting myself in jeopardy of flunking out. I finally feel like I am taking a stand in my life, and making my own decision. I'm stopping in the current, and changing my direction. I'm standing up for myself, and it's long overdue. I didn't realize how good this will be for me until this morning, when I told the woman cutting my hair exactly what I wanted done instead of just letting her do her thing. My hair looks good now goddamnit, and so does whatever lies ahead.
That's my story. Sorry for such a long post.
Background:
I started college last fall (of 03). It was great. I had great friends, and had a good time. I did well in my classes, and I was enjoying being out on my own.
Second semester, things went downhill. I partied a little to hearty, made my mistake and paid the price. I would have been OK if it weren't for this one class with this real bitch of a professor. He hated me, and I knew it. He hated that I knew the information, and still did poorly on his tests (I am a HORRIBLE test taker).
Struggled through the semester, and vowed never to take 17 credits again. It was ROUGH, and that class killed my spirit to go. I did, indeed, fail that class. I started hating school, and regreted my choice of going to that college. I tried to perk up and do well in my other classes, but it became a job that I hated with every ounce of my being. I could hardly stomach waking up in the morning having to face that shit day after miserable day.
This semester, it's gotten worse. I am taking 12 credits (11 is the minimum), and figured that I'd take the semester easy and regroup my GPA. I've got that same asshole professor for 2 classes (when I registered, the professor was "TBD" and the class was not offered at another convenient time for me (conflicted with another course or were at 8pm and 9pm respectively, 3 nights a week). I thought I could deal with it, and I had learned all of the information he was teaching. First test came up and I choked. I knew the information, I just couldnt get it out on paper. (this man is notorious for horrible test questions, lots of doublespeak and such. Like GWB wrote the damn thing).
Got the test back and I got a 41% on it. After class, he told me flat out, "you will not likely pass this class." The next test (he only gives tests, no other way to bring up your grade) was after the official cutoff date for withdrawing from a class.
So, I had to make a choice. Fail the class, and risk failing out of school (absolutely not an option. I REFUSE to fail out of school). Withdraw from the class, and no longer be considered a full-time-student (thus being booted from campus). Suffer through a failing class and focus efforts on other, totally mind numbing classes. To keep a GPA that would keep me in school, I'd have to ace all of the classes (one of which, Dr. Asshole teaches), I can't risk that. All of these options leave a permanant blemish on my college record.
So, I took the 4th door.
Tomorrow, I will be finishing off the transfer paperwork, and withdrawing (with a relatively clean record, i.e. I didn't fail out) from this school.
Future schools will never see this semester, it'll be like it never happened.
But wait, you say. How is this good?
I've already spoken with an advisor at the local community college, set up a schedule for the spring semester, and have all of the transfer paperwork ready to go. All I have to do is officially register for classes the 3rd week in November, and I'll be set for the spring semester. I'm transfering schools, without finishing the semester. I was assured that this happens more often than one would think. That was a comforting thought, and I didn't feel quite so alone anymore.
I'll be taking the rest of this semester, working my ass off to pay off my debt, and get myself started with a bit of money and a new outlook on life.
Next fall, I make a choice to either continue at community college and build my GPA up further, or transfer to a different school. I'm undecided about that right now, so I'll keep thinking.
I'm really, actually, excited about this. I was MISREABLE at school. I hated waking up, I hated being there. All of my friends drink religiously, and I have since quit (I started school 2 months ago with a case of Amber Bock [24 bottles]. I have 15 left, and I've given away at least 5 or 6). I would go to class in the morning, eat lunch, go back to my room and sleep for a bit. It sucked. Seen the movie Office Space? My school life was just like that. Now I'm doing something about it. I felt like I was wasting everyone's time, and my parents money.
I'm not really happy that it had to come to this, but I knew at the beginning of the semester that the only thing keeping me at school was being so close to the River. I knew that I would not be attending that school past this year. I couldn't take it anymore, and so I did something about it. I'll bid my farewell to the river, and be sure to visit when I go to my girlfriends house.
I felt like I was going down the same road, every day. And I was getting to a sink-hole that I couldn't get around so I'd be stopped. Every day, I ended up at a sink-hole. The only thing I could do, is take a different road. And that's what I am doing.
This asshole professor has ruined my last day (he always speaks very gloomily about the future of the human race. I got sick of hearing his biased and negative comments).
Anyway, I thought I would share. Everyone seems to be posting their changes in their lives, I thought I would post mine.
I didn't become really excited about the opportunity that I'll have until this morning when I got a hair cut. At Shepherd (the college), I felt like I was shutting doors to my future by staying there and putting myself in jeopardy of flunking out. I finally feel like I am taking a stand in my life, and making my own decision. I'm stopping in the current, and changing my direction. I'm standing up for myself, and it's long overdue. I didn't realize how good this will be for me until this morning, when I told the woman cutting my hair exactly what I wanted done instead of just letting her do her thing. My hair looks good now goddamnit, and so does whatever lies ahead.
That's my story. Sorry for such a long post.