Well I’ve finally done it. I’m officially a Northern Arizona University Lumber Jack!
After three years of procrastinating I have gone back to school to get my Masters Degree. I can’t lie, it has been incredibly hard to get back into the swing of things… and I’ve only been on this ride for two weeks! But do you know what that means? Only 66 more weeks until I’m done :)
This little journey of mine did start out a little er, embarrassing. On my first day as an NAU Grad Student (I feel ridiculously pretentious calling myself a Grad Student and will stop hereafter), I showed up at St. Mary’s Catholic High School about ten minutes before class was scheduled to begin. As I walked through the small campus I suddenly realized that I had not only forgotten to write down what class I was actually there for, but also failed to look at the room number said class was being held in. How could this happen!? I had gone through my list so thoroughly: Pen, Check. Highlighter, Check. Binder, Check. College Ruled Paper, Check. Snacks, Check (it is a five hour class!). Optimistic and Eager Attitude, Double Check! Oh well, I thought to myself, how many NAU classes can there be on a high school campus during the summer?
With a renewed sense of 'everything is going to be GREAT', I made my way down the hallway toward the classroom where our orientation was held. As I walked down this corridor I immediately knew I was in the right place, I could feel it in my bones! And more importantly, there were other adults walking into classrooms with backpacks and trapper keepers, well maybe not trapper keepers. I continued my way down the hall peering into each room to assess the crowd. The first room was filled with burly men- clearly not my class. The next one was an equal mix of gals and guys- also not my place. Then I saw it, a room full of chatty women. BINGO! I quietly asked the nearest person what class this was… I couldn’t have everyone thinking I didn’t know where I was. She nicely responded BME631. Sweet! I knew I was taking that class this semester, although a little part of me was saying “Becca, this isn’t right” I immediately put the kibosh on that. This is where I belonged, among the chatty women.
Shortly after I got situated in a chair on the opposite side of the room I noticed that everyone was in conversations with each other, it seemed like they were all good ol’ friends. I felt a little like an outcast but was sure that I would be invited into a conversation soon. Another five minutes passed and I was still an outcast, a leper in exile. Finally, the instructor walked in and all of the chatty women shut their chatty mouths, Thank God. He immediately passed out the syllabus, instructed us to create a circle with our desks, and asked everyone to introduce themselves. The first woman began “As you all know, I’m Mary, and am so excited that this is our last semester!” ……
DAMN! I am in the wrong class, and there are 15 chatty desks seperating me from the door. I was paralyzed as it all became clear, BME631 was the internet class I was enrolled in!
After three years of procrastinating I have gone back to school to get my Masters Degree. I can’t lie, it has been incredibly hard to get back into the swing of things… and I’ve only been on this ride for two weeks! But do you know what that means? Only 66 more weeks until I’m done :)
This little journey of mine did start out a little er, embarrassing. On my first day as an NAU Grad Student (I feel ridiculously pretentious calling myself a Grad Student and will stop hereafter), I showed up at St. Mary’s Catholic High School about ten minutes before class was scheduled to begin. As I walked through the small campus I suddenly realized that I had not only forgotten to write down what class I was actually there for, but also failed to look at the room number said class was being held in. How could this happen!? I had gone through my list so thoroughly: Pen, Check. Highlighter, Check. Binder, Check. College Ruled Paper, Check. Snacks, Check (it is a five hour class!). Optimistic and Eager Attitude, Double Check! Oh well, I thought to myself, how many NAU classes can there be on a high school campus during the summer?
With a renewed sense of 'everything is going to be GREAT', I made my way down the hallway toward the classroom where our orientation was held. As I walked down this corridor I immediately knew I was in the right place, I could feel it in my bones! And more importantly, there were other adults walking into classrooms with backpacks and trapper keepers, well maybe not trapper keepers. I continued my way down the hall peering into each room to assess the crowd. The first room was filled with burly men- clearly not my class. The next one was an equal mix of gals and guys- also not my place. Then I saw it, a room full of chatty women. BINGO! I quietly asked the nearest person what class this was… I couldn’t have everyone thinking I didn’t know where I was. She nicely responded BME631. Sweet! I knew I was taking that class this semester, although a little part of me was saying “Becca, this isn’t right” I immediately put the kibosh on that. This is where I belonged, among the chatty women.
Shortly after I got situated in a chair on the opposite side of the room I noticed that everyone was in conversations with each other, it seemed like they were all good ol’ friends. I felt a little like an outcast but was sure that I would be invited into a conversation soon. Another five minutes passed and I was still an outcast, a leper in exile. Finally, the instructor walked in and all of the chatty women shut their chatty mouths, Thank God. He immediately passed out the syllabus, instructed us to create a circle with our desks, and asked everyone to introduce themselves. The first woman began “As you all know, I’m Mary, and am so excited that this is our last semester!” ……
DAMN! I am in the wrong class, and there are 15 chatty desks seperating me from the door. I was paralyzed as it all became clear, BME631 was the internet class I was enrolled in!
As the women went around and re-introduced themselves to the others, who were in fact their good ol’ friends, I just sat there quietly trying to plan an escape. You see, this program is designed so that each group goes through the entire program together. Eventually the circle reached me, the outsider- “Hi I’m Becca, and this is embarrassing, but um....er.....I am in the wrong class”. Giggles…silence... then finally help. I was told there was another class down the hall with the brand new cohort.
30 seconds later, 15 minutes late, and bright as a tomato I finally found my rightful class.
30 seconds later, 15 minutes late, and bright as a tomato I finally found my rightful class.
1 comment:
LOL! I totally picture you doing that =D. I didn't know you were going back to school. What are you getting your masters in?
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