I had my master's capstone class over the weekend. It's the last required class for the program, which means that all that separates me from being a 'master of science' (the title makes it sound like I should be getting a deluxe chemistry set, not a degree) is turning in the final draft of my thesis and then defending it. So apparently there really is a light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm pretty sure I was the only person in the room who didn't want to do something in the non-profit, environmental, public service, community mediation sphere of ADR. So naturally, when the conversation veered exclusively in that direction, my natural inclination was to zone out. After about an hour, I went from zoning out to being painfully annoyed. I started making a list of things that were going through my head as the presentation went on. I decided to be covert and write it all down in cursive, ensuring that the people sitting next to me wouldn't be able to see what I was writing (my cursive is that bad).
Thoughts During a Sunday Class
- I've rolled my eyes more times than I can count and we haven't even been here for an hour.
- Even though I'm a registered Democrat, I'm pretty sure I'm the most Republican person in the room.
- The nicer it looks outside, the more resentful I am to be here.
- Just because it's Sunday morning does not mean it's okay to come to class looking like you just rolled out of bed
- Hey, guy who leans back in his chair with his arms above his head, exposing his hairy belly: cover up. Please.
- I wish I were out running.
- When did making money become such a bad thing??? Am I the only one with $150k+ of student loan debt? Am I the only one who doesn't want to live paycheck to paycheck?
- Ohmigod, why won't these people stop talking?!
Luckily, class got out an hour earlier than planned (five hours instead of six: huzzah!). Now I just need to get down to fine tuning that thesis of mine...
Maybe after dinner? Yeah, maybe after dinner...
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