So here I am day three of the muck, and dare I say I feel worse than yesterday. I slept 12 hours last night, well probably more like 10 if you deduct all the coughing spells in which I was half asleep coughing and spitting green shit into a tissue, and I am still tired. In fact, I'm more than tired, I'm absolutely exhausted. Really, this is worse than having a new born baby tired, and the thing of it is I've done nothing but sleep all day. I did manage to unload the dishwasher but had to nap for 2 hours afterward cause it took so much out of me. But enough of my self pity blah blah I have other non important things to discuss.
I feel like today has been such a wasted day, I didn't even get any homework done. Yes, I'm almost thirty and still in school, well if you consider an online masters degree program school. Really, I can't stand it, and mostly because of my incompetent classmates. Seriously, just yesterday I was reading a classmates post and they spelled chaos "kaios", I shit you not, and this happens all the time in my GRADUATE program. Learn to spell check people. Now don't get me wrong I'm sure my writing on here isn't the greatest but this is my blog, which I write for my own enjoyment, and I do not write like this in my virtual classroom. I often wonder if people were that stupid in my bachelors program and I just never knew it. You see, the thing about online school is that everything is right out there for all to see, poor grammar and all. In my bachelors I never saw anyone else's writing samples so it's completely possible they were just as dumb too but I just didn't know it. At least it makes me feel really smart.
So why then if I hate my school so much I am doing it? Well, one reason is that I need the credit hours to get into the counseling certification program so I can work with people more fucked in the head than myself. The other reason is that I promised my dad I would, and breaking a promise to a dead man is just wrong. I was actually supposed to start this degree a while ago but he got sick and I wanted to spend my free time with him opposed to writing papers. So yeah, as cliche as it is, I made a deathbed promise to get this damn degree. A trade of sorts, he supported me and paid for my first degree, and with that degree I'd show him I can support myself and get another. So here I am, only a few classes away from having a masters degree. And as much as I talk it down, it does actually kind of make me feel good about myself that I'm actually going to finish something I started, especially because I'm doing it for my dad. So while I complain and bitch about it, rest assured the job WILL get done. And I'll hang that damned diploma on my office wall to prove it.
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