I took the last couple days off to focus on Christmas cards, see the Stars lose in overtime to the proxy FIBs and finish some shopping, namely packing materials.
This month’s header is focused on my graduation from Marquette University 25 years ago. It feels like only a couple years ago. I wanted to write a bigger piece but it seems I bled the subject dry five years ago. One thing I didn’t mention. To me, this is the day the Eighties officially ended.
Still, if I don’t achieve anything else on this planet. I did earn my undergraduate degree. I didn’t pay for it like those piece-of-shit Wal-Mart heirs. I completed most of the course work (and when I didn’t I got the bad grades associated with them). I have always felt fortunate that I never had to take a year off or longer. Most people I know who did this lost their momentum as reality catches up with them, making it harder as time goes by.
Then comes the futile thoughts entertaining graduate school. I think I could handle this nowadays. Why won’t I? I’m not in the mood to take on five-digits worth of more debt; I have nothing to contribute to Academia…well, nothing practical; and I have friends who’ve shared their horror stories, namely the ones who bailed part way through. My personal favorite is how one program’s masters in education required undertaking a six-month unpaid internship as a teaching assistant. I may have the specifics wrong. I am dead on about the unpaid part. It’s small wonder America is ranked pretty low in education despite the tremendously pricey university infrastructure. Newsflash Academia, namely the education branch, few trust-fund babies are going to pursue teaching when they’ll probably go into their parents’ line of work, being a dickhead hypocrite like the Romneys or a hosebag like the Hiltons.
Who knows. Maybe there’s a way to pull it off with less debt. The other dilemma is which field. I may have done tech support for 20 years but Computer Science is on par with participating in the Bataan Death March.