It's been a while since I thoroughly complained about my situation. The beautiful Minnesota spring is doing little to alleviate the recent blow to my psyche. I failed take-home math exam I spent nearly 100 hours on. I mean F-A-I-L-E-D. Apparently there were several people in the class that achieved grades of 90s and 80s. I think there are about 10 people in the class.
I GOT A 58. Wooo!! I'm pretty sure that's the low score.
The prof went over it like this:
Class Participation: 10%
Homework: 30%
Midterm: 30%
Final: 30%
EXTRA CREDIT (which you will really have to work for): 10%
Of course, I've calculated it all out. Assuming I get A's in my other two graded classes this semester (I'm pretty sure I will), I need at least a B- in my math class in order to stay above the required 3.3GPA for the Ph.D. program here at the University of Minnesota. If I somehow went through all the paperwork to transfer into the masters program, I could scrape by with a C.
That's looking like my only option right now. As it is, grad school is just killing me. My sister tried to be nice to me today by telling me I'm just not used to the workload yet. That's bullshit. Undergrad classes have a great deal more workload than graduate classes, and I'm only taking 2 "real" classes. I think the material and the speed are just way above my head.
You know what I wish I was doing right now? Designing circuit boards. Writing microcontroller code.... writing reports on what components were chosen and how much the cost is going to be for 10,000 units. MY OLD JOB.
*sigh* I miss being an electrical engineer.
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