Back to business… Back to school
Today started the beginning of my ninth term at Kaplan University. I’m more determined than ever to see it through. I’ve completed over half my Bachelors degree, further than I’ve ever gone before with a 3.7 GPA. And I must say its hard work well worth every minute of it.
Though at times I have complained some, stressing over mid-term exams, final exams, essays, project and papers due, I push hard and forward, each step taking me closer to success. Something that I had only ever dreamed of in the past and now regret for putting it off for so long.
Last term was awesome. I enjoyed every class and the instructors were outstanding. Well two of them were, one seemed to only care that he was putting in his time and didn’t add much to our learning experience. I still worked hard at it, and feel I did give it my best. But I wish it were more challenging as the other two classes were. I hate feeling like I’ve walked away from something that I feel could have pushed me to my limits… like running a race… if you are the only one in the race there what competition is there? Or success?
Anyway, I got a 4.0 for last term and I’m excited about that. I haven’t done that since the beginning though my grades were mostly A’s, there were minuses in there here and there and some B’ pluses. Still only have one C on the grade books so I am doing a hell of a lot better than when I was in traditional school.
One year left here, and onto the next step of my life… going for my masters… and undecided as to what it will be… psychology or law… *sigh*… I guess I’ll wait to see how I do in these psychology classes for this program go before I decide for sure. Although, eventually it will be both…
One thing I’ve been feeling good about today… though I love my mom very much and I hate to sound like I’m bragging or such… but today I sit here feeling proud at how far I have gone and not given up no matter how sick I got or the stress that builds into panic attacks… I am going to make it… she can’t rag on me anymore about being a failure.
My hard work in school, my hard work in writing poetry and short stories... though never published, show I am somebody. I am me, what I have made myself to be and not what anyone else designs for my life… I am me… and that’s all I’ve ever wanted…
Thanks mostly to you Dan, for showing me I can do it and letting me be me (though it was him who I did most of my complaining to... thanks you for listening and kicking my butt to keep going and thank you for being so patient with me studying and all the other stuff going on that keeps me from you at the moment *sniff*) and other friends who didn't give up on me... I am forever in their debt.
Though at times I have complained some, stressing over mid-term exams, final exams, essays, project and papers due, I push hard and forward, each step taking me closer to success. Something that I had only ever dreamed of in the past and now regret for putting it off for so long.
Last term was awesome. I enjoyed every class and the instructors were outstanding. Well two of them were, one seemed to only care that he was putting in his time and didn’t add much to our learning experience. I still worked hard at it, and feel I did give it my best. But I wish it were more challenging as the other two classes were. I hate feeling like I’ve walked away from something that I feel could have pushed me to my limits… like running a race… if you are the only one in the race there what competition is there? Or success?
Anyway, I got a 4.0 for last term and I’m excited about that. I haven’t done that since the beginning though my grades were mostly A’s, there were minuses in there here and there and some B’ pluses. Still only have one C on the grade books so I am doing a hell of a lot better than when I was in traditional school.
One year left here, and onto the next step of my life… going for my masters… and undecided as to what it will be… psychology or law… *sigh*… I guess I’ll wait to see how I do in these psychology classes for this program go before I decide for sure. Although, eventually it will be both…
One thing I’ve been feeling good about today… though I love my mom very much and I hate to sound like I’m bragging or such… but today I sit here feeling proud at how far I have gone and not given up no matter how sick I got or the stress that builds into panic attacks… I am going to make it… she can’t rag on me anymore about being a failure.
My hard work in school, my hard work in writing poetry and short stories... though never published, show I am somebody. I am me, what I have made myself to be and not what anyone else designs for my life… I am me… and that’s all I’ve ever wanted…
Thanks mostly to you Dan, for showing me I can do it and letting me be me (though it was him who I did most of my complaining to... thanks you for listening and kicking my butt to keep going and thank you for being so patient with me studying and all the other stuff going on that keeps me from you at the moment *sniff*) and other friends who didn't give up on me... I am forever in their debt.
