Crossing the finish line

My commencement ceremony from St. Mary’s was held at the end of May and I was geared up for it. I know several of my classmates opted out of participating in the ceremony but I don’t understand why you would. This is a day when you can bask in the glow of your achievement plus, do you know the loads of attention and well-wishes you get? It’s quite addicting to the attention whores, which I will admit I have a tendency of being. There was no way I was going to miss out on all of the pomp and circumstance.

There, I said it: I like being the center of attention.

Anywho, I was really excited to participate in my final academic commencement ceremony [because, let's face it: I'm REALLY done with school now], especially since I would be wearing the coveted Master’s hood along with my cap and gown. Extra ornamentation? Score! I had wanted one since I first laid eyes on them at my undergraduate commencement at Michigan. And now, I was finally getting my own. I worked hard for that hood and I was going to enjoy wearing it.

The day of my ceremony was a bit hectic since I headed up to the campus directly after church but once we got there, it was pretty smooth sailing. Until I thought my gown was broken.

What’s that you say? A broken gown? How is that possible? Well, when I went to put on my gown, I was confused when my arm wouldn’t go through what I thought was the sleeve. The bf made fun of me and my apparent lack of preparation [no, I didn't put on my gown when I received it. I was too busy running around with my Master's hood] and I slightly panicked before suggesting we hit up the library to see if they had a pair of scissors. Thankfully, as I studied the stitching to see where I could make a cut, it dawned on me that those were NOT the sleeves but just the part of extra fabric that hangs down for comedic effect [because seriously, what are those thingies and their purpose? A place for snacks?]. I will admit that I felt pretty foolish [especially since I was there...to get my Master's degree...that I apparently somehow managed to earn considering I couldn't get my stupid gown to work] until I saw several other people making the same mistake I did. Ahh, the comfort of stupidity in numbers.

 

We had arrived on campus about a couple hours before the ceremony was supposed to start so we took our time ambling around before meeting up with some friends of mine. I was really glad the bf was able to come watch me graduate because his support through my program was tremendous and it really wouldn’t have been the same without him. Plus, I love how I now have pictures from both of our graduations:

University of Michigan: Class of 2007

Saint Mary’s College of California, MBA: Class of 2011


We can be kind of silly

A partial group of my cohorts

Our class was the first time the school had produced one single commencement ceremony with all three graduate programs, so no one knew what to expect [we also found out that no one knew how we were supposed to wear those darn hoods either. I swear I saw a different way of wearing it on every person there. We assumed the staff would help us out but nope, they just let us do whatever]. The ceremony moved at a pretty nice pace. After failing to herd all of us  into our lines in alphabetical order [as soon as our handlers got us in place, we'd wander off to chat with friends] before we began our processional into the stadium, we entered and found our seats [they had water bottles waiting for all of us!]. The keynote speaker wasn’t very good – her speech was disjointed and strange, but before we knew it, we were being led onto the stage.

The Business School was the first to graduate and because the two people before me did not attend, I was the very first person to walk across the stage. The combination of hearing my name being called, shaking the dean’s hand and seeing my family cheering for me may have went to my head a bit:

Excited much?

I later found this picture had made the commencement slideshow featured on the school’s website. Would you believe I was the ONLY person who reacted this way? I didn’t mind; the professors who were on stage certainly got a kick out of my reaction, as many of them chuckled and cheered themselves, telling me that since I worked hard for that degree and I should definitely celebrate just like that. I think I did something similar when I got my Bachelor’s so this is just my character.

This was a very memorable day for me and I enjoyed every moment of it. I’m a little sad that there will be no more graduations for me but I will look back on this one with a lot of joy. I still can’t believe those two years are over. I really doesn’t feel like it was that long ago when I randomly decided to go back to school to get my MBA, struggled through studying for the GMAT, getting my butt handed to me by the GMAT, then studied some more and somehow managed to get one really good shove in, worried about getting in and finally getting my acceptance to St. Mary’s.

A lot has happened in those two years I was in school. I did a lot of work, made some good friends, learned way more than I ever thought I would about Genentech, experienced some life changes but in the end, I walked away with my MBA. All in all, it was the best way to spend those two years. What a way to close the Legally Blonde Chronicles and my academic career eh?

Fin.

Looking good on paper

I got the most wonderfullest things in the mail a couple of weeks ago: my MBA.

OMG y’all: I’m a Master of Business Administration.

How wonky does THAT sound?

But it’s true, I have the degree to prove it; all framed and awesome looking. I had my bachelor’s degree for almost 8 years before I finally framed it and it was only because I felt weird about framing my MBA first [which I had for two, count them TWO days]. Yes, I did really frame the bachelor’s first.

I know its just a piece of paper with a name on it, but it’s a piece of paper with MY name on it!

Honestly, I can’t believe its been two years. At times it went by quickly while simultaneously going by so slowly, but isn’t that always the case? I felt that way during undergrad; I couldn’t wait to be done but when I was, I couldn’t believe it had happened so fast. It felt like I had just started and now it’s over. But with that sad wistful feeling comes the realization that I won’t have to pretend to have read the readings and worry about writing papers and doing group projects. And that, my friends, is an intoxicating realization.

I had a great two and a quarter years at St. Mary’s. I met some really fabulous people and I had a ton of laughs. Of course I learned stuff, which is the whole reason why you go to grad school, most of which has actually stuck with me [which is probably more than what I can say about high school and undergrad!]. But like with high school and undergrad, sometimes its more about what you learned outside of the classroom. Things like how to civilly express your displeasure with someone without having to roll your neck and get loud [this method makes you appear even scarier and is a lot more effective]. That one will come in handy in the board room.

My last quarter in school was quite possibly one of my favorites. Not because the classes were absolutely stellar [one was, the other...not so much] but because I adored the people in my class and the professor. They made sitting in class for nearly four hours bearable and actually fun. My Ethics class was really enjoyable and I don’t think I’ve been involved in such enlightening and interesting discussions in the entire two years I was there. We actually had a strong chemistry that made the discussions so much fun, plus the professor was just a load of awesome sauce. Seriously. I honestly looked forward to this class every week. I couldn’t really say that about most of my classes.

As my grad school adventure comes to a close, I think back about all I went through to get this piece of paper with my name on it and I’m glad I did go back to school. This is not a path for everyone and while I didn’t have a clear vision on why I was really going back to school, I’m so so glad I did. Earning my Masters is a great accomplishment that I am incredibly proud of. I worked hard for this degree [well, mostly hard]; I did the work, wrote the papers, took the exams, kind of did the readings, I showed up for class. I really put in the time and effort and it resulted in a beautiful MBA.

An MBA with my name on it.

No, really, it’s in the mail!

I’m back in school for the spring quarter and it couldn’t have come at a better time. With everything going on following the funeral, I was really looking forward to having something keeping me busy during the day, to go back to some kind of normalcy that I was used to before my dad passed. And I tend to use school and/or work as a coping mechanism so not having either one was slightly stressing for me.

Adding to the stress of dealing with life was the fact that our spring break is only 2 weeks, the second shortest we have, and I was running out of time to purchase my books. I finally was able to buy my books after everything started to settle but that only left me a week before classes started so I was cutting it really close. This coming from the girl who usually purchases her books the first day of break.

Yeah, I’m an overachiever.

Anywho, I purchased my books from two separate stores, Amazon and through a seller in Alibris. The Alibris book was estimated to arrive the day before my class so I was seriously operating with no margin for error [and that was with expedited shipping!]. My Amazon book arrived later that week and I received a notice that my Alibris book shipped the Monday before classes started via USPS Priority Mail so I’m thinking it’ll show up by Friday since Alibris has been ensuring me that only a small percentage of shipments don’t arrive by the estimated date.

Friday came and went with no book. Now I’m worried and seriously hoping that they are right and the book would show up on Monday. Monday rolls around and still no book. And now I’m stressing out because if it doesn’t show up the next day, I’ll be stuck showing up to class unprepared. I never show up to class unprepared! Think Rory Gilmore and her insane need to be prepared. That’s me. Except I’m not as wonderfully verbose. The thought of showing up without my book freaked me out, to say the least. I held onto hope that it would magically appear.

This is the part of the story where I tell you that it did and all was well once again in the world. But you obviously are smart people so I won’t go further.

There I am, in class, sans book and feeling so incredibly horrible. I had to ask the professor if we had homework due for the next class and then tell him that I didn’t have my book. He had this look in his eyes that made my crazy mind go off into the inner recesses of my usually well-kept neurosis and suddenly I’m that girl who doesn’t have her book. And the entire time I’m screaming in my head, “BUT I’M USUALLY NOT THIS UNPREPARED! I USUALLY HAVE MY BOOK! I WOULD HAVE HAD IT IF IT WEREN’T FOR THAT MEDDLING ALIBRIS! IT’S NOT MY FAULT. I SWEAR!!” That was not the first impression I wanted to make.

Top that off, I didn’t even have my pencil and calculator. How on earth do I show up to a MATH-BASED class without a pencil and calculator? I have no idea where my mind was at but it certainly wasn’t where I needed it to be. And can I tell you one more thing? I mean, how much more of a poor schmuck can I manage to look on the first day of class? I don’t have a group for the group project.

I don’t know how it happened but I somehow became the last kid picked for dodgeball. And I rock at dodgeball. It’s two weeks in and I STILL don’t have a group. So there I was, first day of class, I have no book, no pencil or calculator and no group.

I felt like a winner.

But the story is thankfully far from over. My book finally decided to show up on Thursday, the same day my back up book from Amazon showed up [I ended up buying a second book in case my first one didn't show up in time for me to do my homework - I did get my shipping refunded for the trouble] and my pencil and calculator are permanently in my backpack, even though we pretty much use Excel for most of the calculations. I still don’t have an official group and I’m really not sure where I’m going to end up. I feel bad because the other groups have already started working on their projects.

I’m determined not to let the early set backs affect me in the end. I’m actually really enjoying this class and I’m totally understanding the calculations. I did an amortization table and I calculated everything correctly! I can probably create my own table for my future new car loan [more on that later]. Now if that’s not an ego boost, I don’t know what is. Go me.

The one where I make it up as I go along

I’m supposed to be working on my term projects for class and I thought, it has been a while since my last “Legally Blonde Chronicles” post and since I just watched that movie the other night and I’m allegedly working on one of my term projects at the moment, this would be a fantastic time to update. I mean procrastinate. Wait…crap.

Actually this entire quarter has been an exercise in procrastination. I’m taking Industry Analysis and Strategic Marketing with a couple of my favorite professors. They are my favorite for vastly opposite reasons. The first is pretty intimidating at first brush and while the lectures have the tendency to be pretty dry, I definitely come out feeling like I just learned a whole lot. Plus his exams are killer. Okay, not really killer, but he expects a lot of information and whenever you get a good grade on it, you just know you deserved the heck out of it. I always moan and complain about teachers and classes like that but deep down I love and savor the challenge. He was a lot like Dr. George, my favorite professor at Michigan, in that way.

This was the same professor as the Economics class I took last summer so I was well aware of his teaching styles. My crowning achievement this semester is pulling an A- in my midterm without reading from the main source book.  Ha, take that Michael Porter! Sure you get the last laugh because you still get royalties from your book but still. I don’t care. Though, completing the exam without having to read his book was quite the feat but I was so proud of myself when I managed it. I remain astounded by the lengths I will go through to avoid reading something.

But now I’m stuck writing an industry analysis on Major League Baseball. We have three weeks left in the quarter, including this week, and I barely made a dent. Seriously, I probably only have two good paragraphs so far. I am not looking forward to settling down to figure that out in the next two weeks but it’ll get done.

My marketing class is with my other favorite professor. He’s awesome because he’s so laid back and let’s class out an hour early every week. He’s definitely endeared himself with the students. But I also feel like I learn stuff while I’m in class, probably because he’s able to elicit such great discussion from EVERYONE in class. When was the last time you were in a class where everyone wanted to participate? That doesn’t happen very often. But we always have a good time and there are times when we’re just laughing about one thing or another.

I’ve got another term project for this class: constructing a situation analysis and three-year marketing plan. I picked Hulu…not exactly sure why but I did. Thanks to having to present our situational analysis, I was able to create the basic skeleton for that first part which has made completing it somewhat easier. I have completed the full write up and am now onto tackling the marketing plan portion but I’ll probably save that for tomorrow. It’s late and I know I don’t intend on summoning the strength necessary to focus on reading. But considering I’m schedule to present next week…this thing is getting done this week. I need next week to write up my industry analysis!

Deadlines are the best motivator, for real.

I am looking forward to the end of the quarter. I really need the time to focus on my job search. I need to be doing something with my time during the day. Plus, I’d like to relive the feeling of wasting an entire day guilt-free. Man, those were the days.

So glad the books don’t hit back

Considering that I’m getting ready to take my final exam and final class presentation this week, I should catch you up on my classes this quarter. Yay?

It’s been a busy quarter for sure. I didn’t make the best decision to take Managerial Accounting and Marketing Research at the same time. There was just so much work to do every week. Well, that was more for the research class than anything else. Managerial accounting only felt like it was a lot of work because it was soooo drrrrrryyyyyyy.

The accounting professor is interesting, to say the least. He’s a new professor at the school and is still adjusting to the reality of teaching us. We are well aware of his difficulties with the first class and have been warned accordingly. It’s not like he’s a bad professor. He is very knowledgeable on the subject and does make sure we understand the material; it’s just that he doesn’t have the best awareness of time or time management. We went over constantly, at break AND at the end of class. If he were more conscious of time, he’d be well on his way to being a pretty good professor.

My marketing research class has been a beast though. The professor warned us at the beginning of the quarter that this was going to be a labor intensive class but we could not begin to imagine what that would entail. We have a quarter long group project where we needed to conduct a full-fledged marketing research program on a product or service of our choosing, complete with focus groups and data analysis. And this wasn’t something we could even procrastinate on because we had a deliverable due EVERY WEEK on top of weekly homework. No wonder she told us to make sure we didn’t have a lot of other things going on in our lives while taking this class.

I came into this class thinking I liked marketing research, and while I do still like it, I like implementing programs more than analyzing the data. Granted, it’s not like we have to do the numbers by hand, thank you SPSS, but going through and making sense of the numbers? I don’t have the patience for that unfortunately. I think I can do it; I know I can with more practice, it’s just not my absolute favorite thing to do. I’d prefer to  just know what the numbers mean and make my decisions from there but it’s always a good thing to know how the numbers actually came to be.

But what is the most exciting is that I’m now on track to finish the program next December! That’s a whole quarter earlier than I anticipated, provided the class schedule continues to work in my favor. I am so stoked. Granted, I’ll still have to wait until May to walk in the commencement ceremony but still. I will be DONE. In two years. TAKE THAT BERKELEY HAAS SCHOOL OF BUSINESS.

Ahem.

My bitter may be showing.

Books, books and cereal

So classes started this week. I know what you’re thinking: has it really been a week? Where did the time go? What have I been doing with my life?

Well, I can’t really help you out on that last one but yeah, that time. Whoa nelly, it goes by quick. Next thing you know it’ll be two weeks from now!

But anywho, so classes this week. Wow. I am in it to for something this quarter. I couldn’t have picked a better combination of classes. Two labor-intensive classes in the same quarter? On back-to-back days? Are you sure I’m qualified for this Master’s program because apparently my decision making skills are suspect. HIGHLY suspect.

The first up is my accounting class. Yes the one with the Spartan and the girl that reminds me of Trichelle from Real World: Las Vegas  [looks only! I don’t think she is a “Trichelle” if you know what I’m saying]. The professor had a bit of a rough start his first go around so he’s being extra cautious this quarter with us. Hopefully that will work to our favor. But in the mean time, I have to contend with weekly quizzes, a term project, and a midterm and comprehensive final that might be open notes. Might. As in maybe, possible but if I want to be real mean about it, it won’t be. Sigh. I hate memorizing formulas. Why would I need to memorize an accounting formula? I would have access to the formula in my work anyway!  

Now the weekly quizzes are annoying only because I’ll have to stay on my grind and you know how much I don’t really like doing that. That said, I know there’s a ton I can gain from this course so I should just shut up and deal.

But the professor is intent on using every single minute of the four hours we’re in class. Seriously. He didn’t even go for a shorten break coupled with early dismissal. So I’m stuck in class until the bitter end AND I have to wait 15 minutes longer that usual to finally get something to eat! I mean, come on! By the time I get to class, it’s already been four hours since my lunch so by the time our break finally rolls around I’m famished. And irritable.

You know how the Hulk gets when he gets angry? Well, let’s just say you don’t want to make me hungry.

My next labor-intensive class is Marketing Research. I walked in a little late yesterday to pandemonium. Seriously. There were people wandering around, lots of talking, people in the corner taking pictures. I’m serious. I had to take a head shot. I think it’s for our online portion of the class but I really wish I had known it was going to be picture day. I would have totally worn a better shirt!

We have a fairly intensive research project that’s worth 45% of our grade. Yes, you read that right. But considering we don’t have any exams I’ll take that. My group has a very interesting idea to work with so I’m excited about that.

Since I’m now a year into my program, there are many familiar faces in my classes, even if I don’t remember everyone’s name. The group has been separated though, though a few of us are on campus on the same days so we were able to meet up during our break. Also, since a lot of us has been in class together before, we’re all really comfortable with each other and if you’re not careful, we’ll totally derail the class and highjack the discussion, as the professor learned herself. We were discussing the changes made to the Tropicana containers and half an hour later we’re STILL talking about packaging and consumer psychology and why I don’t buy Cookie Crisps cereal anymore.

Exactly.

The marks are in!

Final grades were posted yesterday and I’m bummed.

I got a B+ in Economics y’all. 

A B+. That so ruined my streak of A-minuses. Seriously. I haven’t done that well in school since…well, since high school? Maybe? Anywho, the point is one of these things is not like the others.

I’ll give you a hint: it begins with the letter B and ends with the symbol +. I think the worst thing was that I missed an A- by a measly 1.5 points! I would try to argue but that would actually necessitate a 3-point boost in my final exam grade and my final exam wasn’t that fabulous. I’d be hard pressed to squeeze a single extra point out of that thing, let alone three. So I just need to accept this as the truth and move on.

Because I know I sound like a complete nerdy jerk for complaining about getting a B+ when there are educationally starved children in some country over there that don’t even get B-pluses. How dare I be so insensitive and selfish?! WHAT NERVE!

But I am a classic overachiever. Well, that’s not true. Let me back that up. I’m what I would call an effort-adverse overachiever. I love getting good grades. I just don’t like having to invest that much effort, though I will do it if need be. But I won’t be happy about it. I’m probably a pretty infuriating kind of student to have. But I do have tons of charm that maybe balances things out just enough to keep the teachers from wringing my neck.

Loves ya!

I ended up getting an A in my Marketing Management class, which really makes that B+ grind my gears. Sigh. I guess I really shouldn’t be complaining. What, with all those educationally starved children in some country over there with no B-pluses of their own.

Someone’s gotta think of the children.

It’s deja-vu all over again

On this long weekend, instead of being outside, roaming from picnic table to cooler to the grill a la Yogi Bear, I sit at home, attempting to work on my marketing report project for class.

It’s like undergrad all over again!

Of course, when I say “work on” I really mean watching TV, randomly wandering around the internets [I need to distracting sites! One can only check Facebook so many times. Oh wait, I think one of my crops are ready for harvest!] and doing practically anything not directly related to my project, like cleaning my room, though I could easily argue that the mess was mentally distracting and now that it’s all cleaned up, my mind is open and free to think! Of course, I have managed to fit in some remotely related project activities, like weighing packages.

Weighing packages? Oh, I didn’t tell you? My marketing report is on my fudge. Yes, the crack fudge. Or as Pat likes to call it, “chococrack.” Since I revamped the recipe to make it a bit more me [though I am still working on some additional tweeks], I thought it would be a fantastic topic to do my report on, especially since I get a lot of questions about whether or not I should sell it. I figured, since I have to do a thorough research assignment on the possibility of actually going into business, this would be a great fit.

So that leads me to here. Needing to do a bit more research and the only problem is that this research is online, meaning it’s just so easy to wander away down the road to read the latest news update, or check up on some blogs, look at my TweetDeck or see if that crop is ready for a harvestin’.

Nope, not yet.

Sometimes I think I’d be more productive on a computer that doesn’t have internet connection; then I remember we had those. They were called typewriters. But then I realize that it doesn’t matter, I would find a way to not focus on the work and get myself distracted. Maybe that rug could go for a nice vacuuming. Or hey! look! SOLITAIRE!

And to think, I haven’t even had a nap today. I guess that happens when I sleep through the night and wake up at 8:30. Ahh, 8+ hours of sleep. And no ants!

Oh, the ants. They ruined my Friday morning. I was prepared to sleep in on my first day of my four day weekend except they had other plans for me. Other plans that included bothering my mom so much that she felt compelled to CLEAN the room she was sleeping in. And clean it so loudly that I woke up. AT 6:30 IN THE MORNING.

And when I emerged from my room, disheveled and confused, she looked at me and said, “Oh, you’re not going to work today? I’m glad you’re up. NOW I CAN VACUUM.”

And she did. Oy vey.

Is it over yet?

Seriously, this week could not end soon enough. I know it’s only Thursday but I had so much for school this past week it’s not even funny.

The quarter system for school is kicking my hapa booty something fierce. I’m so used to having four months to slack off but that doesn’t work when you’re only in class for 11-12 measly weeks. Weeks?! Weeks go by quickly if you’re not careful.

So everything kind of came together this weekend. Big surprise, I know. I had an Economics midterm [thankfully it was a take home!] to work on PLUS I had to bust out a slab of my fudge for my Marketing class project for a focus group I conducted this week AND write up a chapter summary. Wonderful way to spend the weekend huh?

But I’m so glad that I’ve got what I needed to do done. What a relief. Now I’m just waiting for the results of my midterm. I’m usually not this nervous over an exam but the professor had mentioned that people don’t tend to do well on his exams by writing a few paragraphs. At which point my heart sunk because that’s my exam writing style [kind of hard to believe huh?]. I get in, write what needs to be said, and then get out. What’s the point of writing 3 pages when you can say the same thing in 1? That’s just wasted time and energy. I’m like the exam ninja. Or the Marines. We don’t mess around.

The only time I do wander around is when I don’t really know what to say. Alas, that happened a few times on this exam since I was so freaked about making sure I had all the information in a vain attempt at not making my answers consist of a few paragraphs. But by the end of it, I was just so mentally tired that I just wrote what I knew and tried to pretty it up. That is why my first answer was two pages and my next two were merely 3-4 paragraphs.

I think he broke me.

But that’s okay. Now I have a better idea of how he writes his exams and soon will know how he grades so I can be on the up and up for the final. That’s next month [see, the weeks are getting out of control!]. And maybe this time I’ll actually make sure to read the chapters? That would probably be for the best.

This coming from the girl who wrote an entire term paper on a book she didn’t read.

And got an A.

Man that was awesome.

Let’s hope I can score a repeat of that feat.

Anywho, so the fudge focus group amounted to rave reviews. The hard part is always going back over the feedback and hearing the dissenting views, mainly: too much maple or too sweet – though I did get a few “I don’t like nuts” [that’s what she said!] as well. But the sweet and maple thing I already know. I have to make some revisions to the recipe and try it again. I’m hoping to keep some of that signature flavor in the fudge but just tone it down a bit.

But I am most excited about making time to create and try out new flavors. I have a few ideas at the moment but I just haven’t had the time to fully investigate them. Would this be something I could eventually pursue as a real business entity? I’m hoping I can use the analysis that I have to create for class to help figure that out but I need to make time to really figure it out. Seems to be a constant theme. I need more time. I can probably squeeze more time if I spent less of it on the internets. Hmm.

<b>Quote of the week:</b> “I don’t think you can legally sell your fudge. It’s like crack. Save me some of that chococrack.”

Back to the books

I finished my first week of classes and I’m going to say right here and now that it’s going to be a long 10 weeks. My Economics class is going to be something. There are only 10 students in the class. Total. And since I find the topic to be kind of dry, that means I can’t bring my laptop with me because I’d spend more time drooling over the pictures in Tastespotting instead of paying attention to the professor and I really need to pay attention. Lord help me.

Seriously.

But there’s also a lot of reading for both classes. Though the midterm and final for my Economics is an essay exam that’s a take-home with online submission. Sweet! And there’s only one exam in the Marketing class [a few weeks before the last week of class] and an individual marketing plan project. So besides the reading I think I should be able to handle that.

My Marketing class is awesome though. The professor totally had me when he said one of the objectives in class was to “learn stuff.” Learn stuff? I LOVE learning stuff! Well, depending on the stuff. But generally, I do. How do you NOT like a professor like that? I know how: you don’t. You like him because he’s cool.

Well, let’s hope he stays cool.

So far I’ve only had one Marketing professor that I didn’t like. And that was at Michigan. In the Business School. I already didn’t have a high opinion of the B-School from my unfortunate and ill-advised foray into Accounting but I thought the marketing class would be different since it wasn’t a weeder course. Well, let’s just say in the first week, class attendance dwindled from a robust 24 students to about 10. That should have been my first clue.

But I was young and stupid then. So I stayed in the class. Then I decided I hated it but it was too late to drop without a W [and I already had one of them on my record] so I stayed. And became the bane of the professor’s existence because he thought he could pick on me because I wasn’t paying attention. Turns out he was just covering everything I had already learned in my Sport Management program [take that, b-school snob] so I didn’t NEED to pay attention. Had an answer for every question he tossed my way. He shouldn’t have smirked every time he asked me a question. Jerk.

Speaking of which, I need to get back to my reading. So much reading.