I realize I’ve run the risk myself – the risk of being a one note guy. But hey, I’m excited.
So, to make it up to you all, a little, I have a new tune to sing. This week marked a pretty important turn in my life. I applied to grad school. Is it kosher to talk about it before you know if you’re in? Because I’m a bit worried I might not get in. I was an assweed during the first few years of school. I screwed off and did not belong in college. I trudged along because it was sorta fun and I just kind of felt like I was supposed to be there. But it trailed off and as my job continued to make me more money I trailed off in the school thing. I only took classes every other semester or so to keep my kids in their daycare at the university after Christy graduated.
Then, over a few months, I realized I absolutely hated my job at the bank. So I looked at my record and realized that I needed 30 credits to graduate. That’s the equivalent of one full year of school. I quit my job and signed up for classes. From that point on, I was a pretty good student. My only blemish in that time was an independent study course that I just never finished. It was a combination of my not being entirely motivated to figure out what I wanted to do with it and my professor’s unwillingness to hold my hand. With me being 26, I’m guessing she shouldn’t have had to, so she’s off the hook.
The result of all that I just told you is that my GPA is piss poor. But my last year, done on a heavier schedule than the people I was in classes with, was pretty damn good. I hope that’s good enough to get me in the door. If it is, then I’m going to be a pretty happy guy. It’ll be a full time program, so work will be limited if at all, and we’ll have to cut some stuff back, but it’ll be worth it. The program lasts ten months, that’s it, and I’ll be a full blown hoder of a Master’s Degree in Journalism. Wish me luck.