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Thursday, June 10, 2004

please give me free advice  

This post is surely out of type for this blog, but, uh, I don't really know what to add to that.

I am gearing up to apply to grad school. While I have numerous steep barriers to overcome, the one looming largest in my mind is a poor mark I got in a summer school class last summer. This is bad for a lot of reasons, the most biggest being that it says I'm still capable of crappy work, and, particular to certain programs, bad at math.

I feel like I need to redeem myself in the eyes of the world by taking calc 3 and getting an 'A'. The problem: I missed the boat to take it this summer, and if I take it in the fall, it will take 3 months to finish, won't even be on the transcripts I use to apply, and will bind me to this stinking hell hole [boulder] for another several months.

What would you do if, like 'quantum leap', you were me and faced with this problem?

-paul  16:56 EST | |

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