Spring semester was a disaster. Contact advisor, get told I must retake that class and register for one other (better to get the overall gpa up). Fine. Early registration had come and gone. And if I hadn’t held on to hope like a rat on a piece of driftwood in a hurricane, I would have registered for the fuck up class back then. At the end of spring there were 13 spots open for that class. Registration/schedule changes don;t happen until 8/12. So how is it that when I look today, there are only 3 (THREE) seats left? Goddammit.

Imagine, you are 3 goddamn classes (and a test) away from a graduate degree and shit starts to go pear shaped. Do you push through the pain? Or say “fuck it! I quit!” Because, goddamn, that quit option looks mighty tempting.

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