Talking to Ri the other day and found out that we worry about different things.
Ri worries about what is going to happen, ie., will we have enough money for all the wedding stuff and our honeymoon. Now to me, this doesn't make sense, its happening in the future, there is still time to do things about it.
I am worried about exam results and if I will graduate. Totally illogical says Ri as there is nothing I can do, so why worry?
Hmmmmmm.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I think I passed
Our last exam was an eight question exam and at question five I thought to myself.
Oh Sh!t. I think that I have passed.
This is NOT what I want.
This is NOT what happens to ME.
I am not the person who gets past a car accident, my father having a heart attack, my fiance lossing BOTH of his grandparents and go on to graduate.
No, I'm the one that needs to take an extra semester, and thats ok.
So I've applied for graduation.
I'm still waiting for something to go wrong.
I cannot really be graduating.
Oh Sh!t. I think that I have passed.
This is NOT what I want.
This is NOT what happens to ME.
I am not the person who gets past a car accident, my father having a heart attack, my fiance lossing BOTH of his grandparents and go on to graduate.
No, I'm the one that needs to take an extra semester, and thats ok.
So I've applied for graduation.
I'm still waiting for something to go wrong.
I cannot really be graduating.
A free cup of Coffee
I arrived two hours early, before my last exam, to look around campus and have something to eat and a cup of coffee.
I went to the opposite side of campus and found Gabby the lovely coffee lady, who I have known and spoken to since I start my first degree 6 years ago. Of all the faces to come and go, I guess she is the one that was there for the whole six years.
I told her it was my last day, and she shouted me a cup of my favourite coffee.
Alpine (white chocolate).
Either an alpine iced coffee, or an alpine cappacino.
One time when I went to order an alpine cappacino I was so TIRED and couldnt seem to get words out right and ordered an al-pacino.
My brother found this pretty funny.
I went to the opposite side of campus and found Gabby the lovely coffee lady, who I have known and spoken to since I start my first degree 6 years ago. Of all the faces to come and go, I guess she is the one that was there for the whole six years.
I told her it was my last day, and she shouted me a cup of my favourite coffee.
Alpine (white chocolate).
Either an alpine iced coffee, or an alpine cappacino.
One time when I went to order an alpine cappacino I was so TIRED and couldnt seem to get words out right and ordered an al-pacino.
My brother found this pretty funny.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Today
My last ever exam is today and I want to pass.
I want to pass to stick it to all those who thought that I wouldnt graduate from primary school let alone a masters degree.
If I pass this exam I have done a two year degree, in which there is a 40% drop out rate.
It'll stick it to those who said I couldn't. The nerve of pulling me aside and telling me to see a Dr before I continued on with my degree and "got myself in too deep and wasted my time."
Prehistoric hicks. They tell me this after one day of me OBSERVING them. Watching me, watching them.
Mental cases with no boundaries. Or clearly had not studied up on the Anti-Discrimination Act 1992. Back in their years Integrated Case management or Professional Issues must not have been subjects.
It makes me so mad just thinking about how I was treated.
Anyhow, I'll have to rant about the double standards and such once I have finished. I really need to study two approaches to dysarthria therapy.
Yay.
I want to pass to stick it to all those who thought that I wouldnt graduate from primary school let alone a masters degree.
If I pass this exam I have done a two year degree, in which there is a 40% drop out rate.
It'll stick it to those who said I couldn't. The nerve of pulling me aside and telling me to see a Dr before I continued on with my degree and "got myself in too deep and wasted my time."
Prehistoric hicks. They tell me this after one day of me OBSERVING them. Watching me, watching them.
Mental cases with no boundaries. Or clearly had not studied up on the Anti-Discrimination Act 1992. Back in their years Integrated Case management or Professional Issues must not have been subjects.
It makes me so mad just thinking about how I was treated.
Anyhow, I'll have to rant about the double standards and such once I have finished. I really need to study two approaches to dysarthria therapy.
Yay.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
And it all comes down to this
Hello,
There is one last exam left to go.
The video exam.
I am terrified and am in so much pain that it is not funny.
I cannot see myself passing this exam.
It's not because I see myself failing it, but if I pass it then that is it. I'm out of UQ and into the workplace.
I really should study but my neck and back will not stop yelling at me in pain.
I'll let you know how it all goes.
There is one last exam left to go.
The video exam.
I am terrified and am in so much pain that it is not funny.
I cannot see myself passing this exam.
It's not because I see myself failing it, but if I pass it then that is it. I'm out of UQ and into the workplace.
I really should study but my neck and back will not stop yelling at me in pain.
I'll let you know how it all goes.
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