Today was lobby day, where folks go to the state legislature and say “Bitch, what you thinking? Don’t go banning no gay marriage.” Missed it. Why? Class.
I have never felt less celebratory about my academics, save possibly the semester I withdrew, and the one I had a breakdown outside morewood, crying in the parking lot, where spring carnival is held, where I didn’t go because of the fucking spring banquet for my department. Which blew. Missing lobby day was the least of it. But it rubs salt in the wound that I missed it so I could come to a class where I contributed nothing, and got graded 3rd out of 3. Yeah, competitive grading. Fuck you, prof. That having been said, our group deserved the ranking it got. Our presentation was long and rambling. I wasn’t much help. Our speaker decided that 28 slides was perfectly reasonable for a 15 minute presentation. Despite repeated statements that we needed to slim it down. It also lacked coherent vision. Shocker.
I’m torn between apathy for a subject I don’t care about and disappointment in my performance.
I’m amazed that I cared more about the enteral and parenteral nutrition products spreadsheet I worked on over the summer than this. Yet somehow, it’s true. Grad school has been a giant waste of time. Maybe I’ll be just as disillusioned after two years of working for the man. Maybe not. But I’m ready to find out.
Straight C’s? C is for graduation, that’s good enough for me.
Oh yeah, today is also gay graduation. less than an hour and a half until it starts. I’m sure I’ll summon the motivation somehow, just not real clear as to how. or why.
Ack. Hugs for you sir. You can make it 🙂
For what it’s worth
I don’t begrudge your absence at Lobby Day — there were many thousands (exactly how many, we’re not saying…) and I didn’t have adequate time to say to Jesse.
My grad school years ended on a similar note, though without any C’s. After 2 years at it, I was disgusted with the process of grading and reading on command. Working is not much more heartening, but at least it’s a little different. I think you’ll work better there, though. Once you get off that cushy student-schedule.
Have heart!
Hugs as well – take care of yourself…we’re almost there 🙂
I think you just have senioritis. it happens. it’s almost over.