Home Stretch

Where was I? Was I ever actually here?

Coming down to the wire of this First Semester in Several Decades, and not doing too poorly, either. I think. Perhaps. Well, regardless, it's been incredible and I might actually be fractionally smarter because of it. The Program™ at Big U. is intense. It is focused. It challenges.

Frankly, it has kicked my ass up one side of the street and down the other. But that's what I joined for, and since I'm still standing (figuratively, of course, as I eschew Marko's standing desk solution) I kinda feel as though this will all work out for the best.

It's a bit of Achnacarry, which is what I wanted and needed all along.

I actually got pulled aside by the program director the other day, and he commented that I was doing rather well, and that he had high hopes for my future.

Those of you (hi Dad!) who may have some vague recollection of when I used to blog will realize that this news is happy news, since it means he thinks I'll be working before too much longer and that I will do well at it. Work, after all, is what I've been yearning for since... well, let's not go all the way back there.

Oh, and since I missed it (due to this foolish foray into Higher Education), to all those 99%ers: go screw. This is the second time I'm building myself from scratch. Yes, I took a foolish major for my undergrad, but I fought and clawed and learned and became an entrepreneur. I leveraged what I knew and applied it to what I didn't yet, without bitching, because, well... you know... work. You work. Sometimes you work and it pays off, and sometimes you work and it doesn't. But you work.

So stop bellyaching. You pays your money and you takes your chances.

There - incoherent, but there. Now I need to write one more paper and then... I dunno. Beer, probably.