Still an Undergrad
May. 15th, 2007 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sub_dividedWho the hell was I talking about when I said I came to Michigan with no work ethic, because I certainly wasn't talking about myself. -_-; Sorry to keep harping on this. I found out yesterday dropping History as my primary major messes up my area distribution requirements, so my options are either go back to Michigan and finish the distribution, or go back and finish the History major, or don't graduate at all (which really isn't even an option).
Long story short: I haven't graduated, and I'll be back in Michigan in the fall.
Of course this isn't the end of the world. My parents are still paying; I still won't graduate in debt. And it's only three more courses. Chrissy and I were talking about this and there are actually a lot of bright sides.
What's frustrating is that I've been looking over my academic record and it really is the story of that bright young undergrad who totally lost it Junior year and began a long, slow decline into total academic insolvency. And not because the classes got harder. What's frustrating is that my schedule was lighter this year, and my grades were lower. And if I am completely honest with myself, I know why.
To be totally honest, I came to school very, very, very tightly wound. And somewhere around the summer of sophomore year, I snapped. Or to put it more nicely: I loosened up. I learned to relax. And that was fine, probably normal, definitely inevitable, maybe even kind of healthy. But I'd been used to pulling on a basically endless supply of nervous anxiety whenever I needed to do anything, and now that I knew it was okay to relax sometimes, that the world wouldn't end if I turned something in one day late...I just couldn't call the anxiety back into place. I didn't want to.
In other words, I needed to work out some other way of working. And between switching departments, internet addiction, senior-itis, and just plain laziness, I never did.
But I had better work something out between now and next fall, or I'm not going to graduate.
*******
Enough of this! Meme, via![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fable:
Use Word's auto-summarize feature to condense a story you've written, then post the results.
Wind and Rain:
"Aang!" Aang! Katara, Katara! "Katara!"
Sokka! "Sokka!" Aang blurted. Katara said. Sokka said, echoing Katara’s train of thought. "Aang?"
Sokka asked. "Good," Katara said. Sokka said. Katara shook her head. Aang said. "Thanks, Aang."
Katara said.
"Uh," Aang said. "Katara, watch this!" Katara and Sokka sagged forward. Sokka asked.
"Yes," Aang said. Katara ignored them. Aang interrupted. Katara snapped back. Aang pouted. Katara nodded. "No," Aang said. Katara said. Sokka said. Katara froze. Katara shouted, flailing. "Katara!" Katara bellowed. Katara repeated, stupidly. Aang shook his head. Katara said. Katara was still staring at Aang.
Methods of Interrogation:
"Light, are you ready to confess?" Light responded with silence.
"Light, the Kira killings still haven't resumed."
Light: I'm always tired.
Light: [brief pause, 5 seconds]
Light: Let her go.
Light: Of course.
Light: Justice comes first.
Light: What do you mean?
Light: [brief pause, 5 seconds]
Light: What about me?
[4] Well met, Yagami Light.
Light had decided he was tired of white.
"Light, are you awake?"
"Grass, obviously," Light said. Light shrugged internally. It was nice there, Light thought, but I'm tired.
L watched as Light's eyes slowly regained focus.
Anomaly:
Grenz was an anomaly.
Rahoul learned English watching game shows and children’s programming. That meant, he supposed, the political broadcasts. In his ignorance he’d hated only the High Nobles of Grenz; now he hated High Nobles in general. Rahoul kept a series of notebooks and filled them with everything he thought might be a military secret. My God, he thought.
...Yeah.
Long story short: I haven't graduated, and I'll be back in Michigan in the fall.
Of course this isn't the end of the world. My parents are still paying; I still won't graduate in debt. And it's only three more courses. Chrissy and I were talking about this and there are actually a lot of bright sides.
What's frustrating is that I've been looking over my academic record and it really is the story of that bright young undergrad who totally lost it Junior year and began a long, slow decline into total academic insolvency. And not because the classes got harder. What's frustrating is that my schedule was lighter this year, and my grades were lower. And if I am completely honest with myself, I know why.
To be totally honest, I came to school very, very, very tightly wound. And somewhere around the summer of sophomore year, I snapped. Or to put it more nicely: I loosened up. I learned to relax. And that was fine, probably normal, definitely inevitable, maybe even kind of healthy. But I'd been used to pulling on a basically endless supply of nervous anxiety whenever I needed to do anything, and now that I knew it was okay to relax sometimes, that the world wouldn't end if I turned something in one day late...I just couldn't call the anxiety back into place. I didn't want to.
In other words, I needed to work out some other way of working. And between switching departments, internet addiction, senior-itis, and just plain laziness, I never did.
But I had better work something out between now and next fall, or I'm not going to graduate.
*******
Enough of this! Meme, via
fable:Use Word's auto-summarize feature to condense a story you've written, then post the results.
Wind and Rain:
"Aang!" Aang! Katara, Katara! "Katara!"
Sokka! "Sokka!" Aang blurted. Katara said. Sokka said, echoing Katara’s train of thought. "Aang?"
Sokka asked. "Good," Katara said. Sokka said. Katara shook her head. Aang said. "Thanks, Aang."
Katara said.
"Uh," Aang said. "Katara, watch this!" Katara and Sokka sagged forward. Sokka asked.
"Yes," Aang said. Katara ignored them. Aang interrupted. Katara snapped back. Aang pouted. Katara nodded. "No," Aang said. Katara said. Sokka said. Katara froze. Katara shouted, flailing. "Katara!" Katara bellowed. Katara repeated, stupidly. Aang shook his head. Katara said. Katara was still staring at Aang.
Methods of Interrogation:
"Light, are you ready to confess?" Light responded with silence.
"Light, the Kira killings still haven't resumed."
Light: I'm always tired.
Light: [brief pause, 5 seconds]
Light: Let her go.
Light: Of course.
Light: Justice comes first.
Light: What do you mean?
Light: [brief pause, 5 seconds]
Light: What about me?
[4] Well met, Yagami Light.
Light had decided he was tired of white.
"Light, are you awake?"
"Grass, obviously," Light said. Light shrugged internally. It was nice there, Light thought, but I'm tired.
L watched as Light's eyes slowly regained focus.
Anomaly:
Grenz was an anomaly.
Rahoul learned English watching game shows and children’s programming. That meant, he supposed, the political broadcasts. In his ignorance he’d hated only the High Nobles of Grenz; now he hated High Nobles in general. Rahoul kept a series of notebooks and filled them with everything he thought might be a military secret. My God, he thought.
...Yeah.