I am a total glutton for punishment.
I decided– while having three year olds at home– that it would be a grand idea to get my graduate degree. More specifically, my Master of Science in Accounting from my alma mater.
What the heck was I thinking?!
We were able to log in about a week ago to the class that starts tomorrow. Introduction to Research in Accounting. I graduated with 4.0 with my Bachelor of Science. This class– and these text books– make me feel like an idiot! One textbook is a review of the fundamentals of English– nouns, verbs, dangling modifiers (WTF!). I am clueless.
I’m starting to wonder if maybe I am not as smart as I think I am!
I posted one of my assignments online– a reflection on a multimedia piece we had to watch. I mentioned that I did not like “concept maps” as a way to do research. I’m sorry… I just don’t. It makes more sense to me to use an outline, instead of worrying about what goes into each circle. Seriously. Who has time for that crap?
You’d have thought I had threatened to hang my kids by their toenails! The other students were saying how I should use them and whatever else. Sorry. Not happening.
I love this time of year– the school supplies are out. Pencils. Pens. Notebooks. Folders. I love the smell of a new box of crayons when you first open it. I love the kids standing in the aisles trying to choose the “cool” notebook and folders. I love school.
I don’t love the craziness. The missed football games while studying. The late nights trying to stay awake while reading. The other students attacking me about a choice of research methods.
Welcome to graduate school. I hope I make it through.