Three weeks to go until school is out. Eleven short days until I leave for Seattle without spouse or child. It would seem the light is, in fact, visible at the end of the tunnel. Since, graduation is also right around the corner, it would seem that these instructors would begin to ease up on the reigns of scholastic torture. Alas, 'tis not the case. I have one professor who is an giant pain in the ass. With three weeks to go, she is the only teacher not giving one inch on class work. Every week we have postings on line and she insists on making these postings the most time consuming questions known to man. So much so that this past week, the information was not even in our books. You had to search and search on line for correct information. To top it off, this is a research class. We have a paper due in one week that eight people are working together on (that's right, 8). This is also a giant pain in the ass. Eight people who all work and go to school AND have families. Try to coordinate that schedule. Anyway, it vexes me terribly that she is so freaking demanding. Plus, she is the only teacher who is a PhD who insists on being called "doctor". I have another professor who is a PhD who insists we call her by her first name, as many of us in the class are already nurses. It seems too ego-mania to me. But I could be wrong. Everyone deserves their props, I suppose.
Plus she yelled at me and said I was not dressed appropriately at clinical. I was dressed in dark grey cords and a black turtle neck sweater and black dress shoes with a white ironed lab coat. I am not sure why this was considered inappropriate. This has never been an issue before. So, I dislike her on many levels.
So, because of this class, my perfect GPA is in danger and I am starting not to care. "B"s get degrees to, right?
Three weeks to go. That is what I keep telling myself. Three weeks 'till I get that degree. Grad school awaits, provided they take me with a "B" in freaking research.
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Don't worry. I got into grad school with an F (in another grad school). No kidding. After the first year, they gave me a full scholarship and I was awarded a cash prize for the highest GPA in my section.
So you just go and graduate and we'll all be very proud of you. (Hope my guy doesn't read this, cause I told him he needed to get all A's)
I may get a B in Finance. My boss told me that in the end, all my work will care about is that I got the degree. So, B's DO get degrees, apparently. It's just us uptight types that get bent out of shape.
You ARE my inspiration. So, keep kicking ass. At least you have a friend that is impressed. That has to count for something.
Thanks gina and lucinda! Graduation is May 19th!
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