Alielle
Aug 29, 2002, 04:06 PM
So, I'm going to a community college here in the middle of Podunk, North Carolina. I have been working on getting a 2-year Associate's degree.
I am now attending for my third year.
This has something to do with advisors not doing their job right. It turned out that I didn't have enough credits to graduate by the end of last year, and nobody had told me anything beforehand, not even to tell me that I wasn't taking enough classes. So, I ended up needing 18 more hours. 18!!! This wouldn't have been so bad if the classes I signed up for would actually give me proportional credit for the amount of time I spent on the class. I go to school on average 4.5 hours a day, adding up to around 24 hours per week. This is for 15 credit hours of class, mind you. (I'm also taking an class over the Internet.) This could only mean one thing: either homocidal/suicidal raging doom, or drop my most hated classes: PE and Music Appreciation.
My college's PE class requires a book. Don't ask me why. It consists of a one-hour class where we watch a stupid video or something, and a two-hour class in which actual PE-like things are done. Total 3 hours a week; 2 credit hours.
This is how Music Appreciation goes: "Here, I will go over a very short list of vocabulary words of VERY basic musical terms, and I will play the same damn clips of music over and over to show you examples of them, even though the definition is already written on the page." I have to cut my nails before to that one, or else I'll end up tearing out my scalp.
So, today I called my dad to tell him, "Hey, I'm dropping a couple of classes." Of course, he flipped out, repeating the same things about 15 times, like how I probably just want to goof off, or because my boyfriend was somehow influencing me. Mind you, I'm not an idiot, and I definitely don't want to spend more time here than I have to. It's not a case of extending the classes out, it's a case of not wanting to go insane and kill people because of mind-numbing classes that won't give me enough credit for my work.
Finally, he saw my side (not without asking the same damn questions, but still...) and let me decide for myself what was best. So I'm less likely to blow my head off, at least. This will give me time to work and generally not go crazy.
I'm sure there are people who could handle this better than I can, but I can't help the way I am. When I take a class, I expect to actually learn something. When I'm not, it makes me very upset. And when I'm upset, I can't concentrate on doing well in my other classes.
I could go on about how annoying it is to realize that I've wasted my time here anyway, since I'll be going to art school next year, but I won't.
There's a lesson to be learned in this, surely, but I'm really not sure what it is exactly. Something about planning. Yeah.
I am now attending for my third year.
This has something to do with advisors not doing their job right. It turned out that I didn't have enough credits to graduate by the end of last year, and nobody had told me anything beforehand, not even to tell me that I wasn't taking enough classes. So, I ended up needing 18 more hours. 18!!! This wouldn't have been so bad if the classes I signed up for would actually give me proportional credit for the amount of time I spent on the class. I go to school on average 4.5 hours a day, adding up to around 24 hours per week. This is for 15 credit hours of class, mind you. (I'm also taking an class over the Internet.) This could only mean one thing: either homocidal/suicidal raging doom, or drop my most hated classes: PE and Music Appreciation.
My college's PE class requires a book. Don't ask me why. It consists of a one-hour class where we watch a stupid video or something, and a two-hour class in which actual PE-like things are done. Total 3 hours a week; 2 credit hours.
This is how Music Appreciation goes: "Here, I will go over a very short list of vocabulary words of VERY basic musical terms, and I will play the same damn clips of music over and over to show you examples of them, even though the definition is already written on the page." I have to cut my nails before to that one, or else I'll end up tearing out my scalp.
So, today I called my dad to tell him, "Hey, I'm dropping a couple of classes." Of course, he flipped out, repeating the same things about 15 times, like how I probably just want to goof off, or because my boyfriend was somehow influencing me. Mind you, I'm not an idiot, and I definitely don't want to spend more time here than I have to. It's not a case of extending the classes out, it's a case of not wanting to go insane and kill people because of mind-numbing classes that won't give me enough credit for my work.
Finally, he saw my side (not without asking the same damn questions, but still...) and let me decide for myself what was best. So I'm less likely to blow my head off, at least. This will give me time to work and generally not go crazy.
I'm sure there are people who could handle this better than I can, but I can't help the way I am. When I take a class, I expect to actually learn something. When I'm not, it makes me very upset. And when I'm upset, I can't concentrate on doing well in my other classes.
I could go on about how annoying it is to realize that I've wasted my time here anyway, since I'll be going to art school next year, but I won't.
There's a lesson to be learned in this, surely, but I'm really not sure what it is exactly. Something about planning. Yeah.