The State of Things: Post-Summer Semester Suffering Session

The last assignments have been turned in, my resignation date has been made official, and I had a good, long, wavering howl of frustration to cleanse my soul. It’s easier to breathe again.

I won’t go into too much detail, but the past couple of weeks have had me running around trying to edit, polish, and finalize two of the biggest assignments in this foundation course. I’d either maintain a solid 97% or somehow, through atrocious luck, drop down to an abysmal, take-the-course-again 79%. Yes, a C is a failing grade. Grad school does not fuck around.

“Geez, Ellie, but you like research.” Yeah, for fun. But for grades? For my future? I was stressing to the point where I broke out in fever blisters.

But it’s all over… for now. My outlook is a teensy bit brighter, my lip is recovering, and I have three weeks of extra free time until the fall semester begins.

I know it’s a small thing, but I did miss listening to this and jotting down notes. I’m going to do as much of it as I can from now on.

Next time: Sounds.