I could sit here and bitch and moan about UTB’s lack of a competent advising department. I could, but I don’t have the time it would take to write about how much they suck.
So instead I’ll just say I wasted between two and three semesters taking classes I didn’t need only to find out today that had I taken matters into my own hands, I would already have not one degree, but two. *breathe/in/breathe/out/try/not/to/cry*
And then I think, well, yeah, but my ultimate goal was to teach, not to just get a degree in English, but, but…ten years, people. I’ve been at this for TEN.YEARS. and now that it’s SO CLOSE I realize all of this?! I could have been DONE? ::sigh::
Semi-resigned already, maybe still a chance to turn back, but do I really want to?
No. I have a purpose, damnit. What’s one more semester? And in the end I can get both degrees if I want to. So nana-nana- boo -boo. I’ve got this.
How’s your Wednesday going?