December 16th, 2004

senior project

4.0 for all three credits!

I would just like to announce that I received an A in differential equations. Yes! I am teh smartest! I told my coworkers about the success and they were like, "Okay, um, if we get any differential equations that need solving, we'll just send those right on over."

What can I say? Dif eq is one of those classes you take to prove that you're smart, not to actually use. College is ridden with those types of classes, and I fully support them. I used to listen to the elementary ed majors on my floor whine about taking college algebra, complete with the old "when am I ever going to use this?" argument. "Maybe never," I'd tell them. "But I don't think you should be responsible for educating children unless you're smart enough to pass college algebra."

And trust me, I'm a math fan, but I struggled through some classes in school. I despise biology, and I'm not a big fan of chemistry. I hate cells, cell parts, cell life, cell division, and everything else about them. I hate how chemistry has all these special little annoying rules that only work for certain elements, and when it comes down to it we're not sure why. I hate animal kingdoms, phylums, families, sororities, whatever else we use to sort them out. But I dealt. I took high school chemistry and even a college class in Environmental Life Science, I you didn't see me complaining.

well, I take that back. if you were there, you would have seen my complaining a LOT. But you weren't.

anyway, next I have another circuit analysis class and THEN I can finally apply for graduate school. It's all sort of funny... when I first got out of college and has such an awful time finding a job, grad school was an obvious choice for a while. But I resisted, saying that I should be like every other engineer and work for a company and make them pay for grad school, because dad already said he wouldn't (he was always whining about money, like putting two kids and a wife through college was hard or something). I've since learned that working for the man is indeed a great way to pay for school, but it's bad because you have to spend 40 (on a light week) hours a week WORKING and you can't get a masters in two years like that. It's going to take me until I'm ancient and my mind is going... practically 30... and who knows what can screw everything up until then? What if I get my dream job somewhere far away, and I have to deal with transferring credits somewhere else? What if I decide engineering school isn't for me, and I want to get an MBA like the sane people in my department? It's all very stressful.

But then I remember the other reason for going to work at 22: I was sick of school. I'd blown what seemed like a lifetime on pure education and I wanted to contribute to society. Wanted my own apartment. Wanted a real paycheck. And then I think, "I made the right decision, after all."