Ah, it doesn’t exactly mean the same thing when you’re an older student.
Not my spring break!
So I pushed myself and went to school full time while working full time last quarter, and it damn near killed me! I wanted to find out just how far I could push myself, well I did, and I won’t be doing that again. Next quarter I am taking two classes, I know that will be enough. I kind of like having a life.
So I have a week off, from school anyways. Technically I am on spring break. Living it up on the beach getting drunk and having wild
bad sex? No. Doing my taxes, sleeping a lot, and tracking down a short in the wiring of my house. I’m getting my life and exercise routine back together. Might not sound too exciting but I am loving it! When I start back to school next week I will be ready for it. Bring it on! I will have thirty five pairs of clean underwear, I counted them. Why? Because I wanted to know how long it had been since I had last done laundry. I draw the line at wearing dirty undies, though I have been known to pick up a pack at Costco instead of doing laundry.
This summer, if I really live it up, I will finally get around to building that laundry room I want. Pish, I’ve been saying that for seven years. The joy of owning an old house, something always needs fixing, so I never get my laundry room.
To be young and having the parents pay for college! Kids today don’t know how good they’ve got it! Happy Spring Break!
I’d like to say alive and well but that would be taking it a bit far.
I took my biology final today. I did just fine, thank you. I actually got to find out all of my final grades today. Math, biology and English; 3.2, 3.6 and 4.0. I’ll take it. Now I am going to sleep for three days. I wish! I came down with the creeping crud the week before finals and have been all in a thither about it. Pretty much all I have been doing is sleeping, working and trying to make my brain retain some of my school work.
So I am taking a couple of days off from work now. One of the benefits of being self employed, and I am going to get my taxes done. One of the not so great things about being self employed. I really know how to celebrate don’t I?
Then it is on to next quarter. I have switched schools and hopefully this will be a good fit for me. It was a pain in the ass having to go through all the paperwork, testing, and advising again, but it is done! Unfortunately I found out if I want to make the cut off to apply for the program I want next year, I will have to take chemistry this summer. I am trying to figure out how I am going to work that out. Chem is only offered during the day in the summer. Oh well I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.
So a few days to catch up on much needed chores and do my taxes so that I can apply for next years financial aid and scholarships. Then I start the next round of classes, but it shouldn’t be too bad. I am only taking two classes and hope to get my math (the one subject that gives me the most problems) done for a while. I will have to take stats when I go for my Bachelors but first things first. I need to do well enough in my prerequisites to get into the nursing program of my (fingers crossed) choice.
And I don’t think it is an oncoming train. Gawd I hope not.
Couple of more weeks of this quarter left and I know what I have to do. Looks like I’ll pass all my classes, probably with Bs. I might get an A in one, but I’m not getting all bent over whether I do or not. I am ecstatic that I am passing my math class with a B! All I have to do is make it through one more exam with a decent grade.
English shouldn’t be a problem; one more final paper- yadda, yadda, ya. The only thing I have to do is not lose my shit and tell some of my classmate that I think they are idiots. I just keep biting my lip. Yes, I realize I don’t bother with proper grammar and punctuation here, but I do know how to write a paper. The other thing I know how to do is read the assignment. If the instructor tells you they want it done a certain way, then you do it that way. I seriously wonder if English is a second language for some of my classmates. There is one, I just plain think a troll. My English class is an online class; online classes are interesting. I love screaming at the screen, or making snarky comments during recorded lectures (that would be my Biology class, the instructor has taught Biology for over 25 years but this is her first time teaching it online). I must remember I can’t roll my eyes, throw my hands in the air, and yell “REALLY?” when I attend lectures in person. I should probably not go in my stained sweatshirt and slippers either.
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So if nothing totally whacked happens I should do well this quarter. I am all signed up for the new college next quarter. I know there will be some sort of glitch with that, but I am sure it won’t be too bad.
Then the madness starts all over again! Actually I have decided to go 3/4 time instead of full-time. I just don’t have a life working full-time and going to school full-time. I figure that will happen soon enough, when I get accepted into the program, so as long as I still control my life I am going to enjoy it. Life is all about the living.
Or why I hate math.
This is why I’m not here. It is called the quadratic formula, and I have to know how to do it. In “real life” according to my instructor. What that means is not easy problems that come out with nice whole numbers but messy shit that sucks.
I told him I thought this was bs. I am forty-six; I have never needed to know this, and I think my life has been pretty damn real. What, some crazed mass murderer is going to run into the restaurant where I have lunch, waving a gun and yell “Everyone dies! Except those of you that can graph this quadratic equation.” If that happens I’ll just ask him to shoot me first.
Anyways just about the time I think I get it, something goes sideways. *sigh* I just don’t have a math brain. I am really trying to get this shit but really? Isn’t this what we have calculators and computers for. Yes, I love it when my instructor is showing us a problem and it doesn’t work out as planned so he grabs his graphing calculator to figure out what went wrong. I’m like ~Dude if you can’t do this without a graphing calculator how come I’m supposed to be able to? And you’re the instructor!