Mondays suck. Want to know what sucks even more, Mondays after a period of vacation. To make things even better, I have yet to realize that procrastination is something that I should not practice liberaly. I've put off rescheduling my classes and have only four days left to do so. This would not be a problem for most, but working 40 hours a week can make things a little difficult. Not trying to bitch here, I realize that this is nobodies fault but my own and that I need to work on time management. I know that everything will work out in the end, always does. It seems like sucess comes easier for me when under pressure. My best research papers thus far have been those that I have known about for months, but put off until a couple of days prior to the deadline.
Last semester I was doing thirteen hours a week. Had to drop my math class, so I finished the semester with ten hours. I'm not usually one to blame others for my faults, but in this case I have to blame the prof. She's a nice lady and all, but her teaching methods suck. Hardly any interraction with the class in her lectures. After the third test I had to drop out. There were never more than ten grades above a 70. Not shitting. Then there were around 40 grades below 70 (yeah the class was crowded). I had to take (or at least my advisor told me I did) a bullshit one hour class called intro to university life. Some people from my math class were in the intro class with me. We brought this up with the prof of that class and she told us that the school has a problem with some of the lower level math profs. Many are only teaching so they can get free research (I think that's what she said). It turns out that this prof (the shitty math one) is among that group. One of my friends who is in MA 113 (I'm in MA112) had her as a prof also. He too had to drop his math class. One of the guys who was doing worse than I in my math class was also in my computer class. He told me that he ended up with a low c for the semester. So I guess she curved the grades. Personally, I don't want that. I'm majoring in comp science (for right now, could always change my mind in the future) and in order to graduate, I must have a minor in math. Half-ass skills in the subject will not cut it for me. I have to do good in math, because as everyone knows, each class is a continuation of the previous. I have to know my shit or the next class will kick my ass.
I've decided to throw a bullshit class in my scedule this year. Going with weight training. I'm still getting used to working full time and going to school full time, so I'm not going to go with a full twelve academic hour schedule this semester. Weight training is my choice. One of my biggest problems when hitting the gym in the past was always stopping about 6 weeks into it. With this, I'm basically forcing myself to go to the gym. I'm tired of second class pft scores, I want a first.
I've also decided to say screw OCS for the moment. For those not well versed in military acronyms, OCS stands for officer candidate school. I've got to break the news to my officer recruiter sometime this week. I swear, these guys are just like recruiters for enlisted people. Well, far less chance of getting screwed over by an officer recruiter though. There's not really anything I can think of off the top of my head that they can screw you over for. So, as much as I want those beautiful gold bars, and not to mention being able to put USMC Officer on a resume, I want to wait until I graduate to decide if going the route of an officer is the way for me. Hell, I could totally change my mind by the time I graduate. Then those twelve weeks of ocs could have been two summers in which I took more classes that could get me out of school earlier. So shit.
Well that's enough...*yawn*...ranting for the night. I'm tired. Starting to get a little sick. I thought that I could outrun this shit that's going around. Guess not. Ignore any grammar errors, punctuation, etc.
Last semester I was doing thirteen hours a week. Had to drop my math class, so I finished the semester with ten hours. I'm not usually one to blame others for my faults, but in this case I have to blame the prof. She's a nice lady and all, but her teaching methods suck. Hardly any interraction with the class in her lectures. After the third test I had to drop out. There were never more than ten grades above a 70. Not shitting. Then there were around 40 grades below 70 (yeah the class was crowded). I had to take (or at least my advisor told me I did) a bullshit one hour class called intro to university life. Some people from my math class were in the intro class with me. We brought this up with the prof of that class and she told us that the school has a problem with some of the lower level math profs. Many are only teaching so they can get free research (I think that's what she said). It turns out that this prof (the shitty math one) is among that group. One of my friends who is in MA 113 (I'm in MA112) had her as a prof also. He too had to drop his math class. One of the guys who was doing worse than I in my math class was also in my computer class. He told me that he ended up with a low c for the semester. So I guess she curved the grades. Personally, I don't want that. I'm majoring in comp science (for right now, could always change my mind in the future) and in order to graduate, I must have a minor in math. Half-ass skills in the subject will not cut it for me. I have to do good in math, because as everyone knows, each class is a continuation of the previous. I have to know my shit or the next class will kick my ass.
I've decided to throw a bullshit class in my scedule this year. Going with weight training. I'm still getting used to working full time and going to school full time, so I'm not going to go with a full twelve academic hour schedule this semester. Weight training is my choice. One of my biggest problems when hitting the gym in the past was always stopping about 6 weeks into it. With this, I'm basically forcing myself to go to the gym. I'm tired of second class pft scores, I want a first.
I've also decided to say screw OCS for the moment. For those not well versed in military acronyms, OCS stands for officer candidate school. I've got to break the news to my officer recruiter sometime this week. I swear, these guys are just like recruiters for enlisted people. Well, far less chance of getting screwed over by an officer recruiter though. There's not really anything I can think of off the top of my head that they can screw you over for. So, as much as I want those beautiful gold bars, and not to mention being able to put USMC Officer on a resume, I want to wait until I graduate to decide if going the route of an officer is the way for me. Hell, I could totally change my mind by the time I graduate. Then those twelve weeks of ocs could have been two summers in which I took more classes that could get me out of school earlier. So shit.
Well that's enough...*yawn*...ranting for the night. I'm tired. Starting to get a little sick. I thought that I could outrun this shit that's going around. Guess not. Ignore any grammar errors, punctuation, etc.
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KILL ME NOW!!!