I told you to do some shit for the kids!
Imagine you're watching Unsolved Mysteries, and then at the end of a mystery where there say, "If you have any information on the whereabouts of Tanya Godling*, Lisa Witherspoon**, or their captors, please call the number below or your local authorities," and then the screen flashes "UPDATE". Imagine that's happening right now.
So that class I couldn't take pass/fail--well, it turns out that I actually can. The folks out at the LBJ school, which has its own cross-listed section of my class were kind enough to help me out. Joy!
But when I went down there to receive the professor's permission in writing, the first thing he did was soberly assess me to be something like a class clown--cut me to the quick. I sat there brokenly trying to explain, in rambling sentences, why it is that I ramble so much in class while trying to choke back tears. He seemed to quietly take pity on me in that moment and changed the subject, signing the form I brought shortly thereafter.
Now I kind of don't want to go back. Taking this class pass/fail solved one big problem: getting an unpleasant grade tacked on to my last semester. But it does not best solve the overriding issue, which is my crazy levels of stress.
(Enter New Scheme:) Without that class I would have 59 semester hours in residence at UT according to my degree audit. This excludes a one-credit tennis class which is specifically not countable towards the 120 credit requirement for graduation, but would otherwise give me the 60 hours I need. However, the course catalogue is written in such a way that I believe a reasonable person could interpret that even if a class does not meet specified requirements for the degree as a whole, it may be included in the 60 hours needed for residence.
Is this a long shot? Well, yes. I'm trying to override the University of Texas's godlike degree audit. And there could be any number of pitfalls--most notably the fact that my professor agreed to drop my from his class if I registered for his other section; his drop may be conditioned on that at least in spirit even if not in letter.
So I go. Working hard so I don't have to work hard. But this kind of working hard makes me actually feel good about myself. Fuck paradoxes.
*If you are named Tanya Godling, I don't know you. I'm not stalking you. You probably got here by googling yourself, didn't you? I do that all the time and I wish so much that I could actually find myself in something awesome. Congratulations.
**Same goes for you, Lisa Witherspoon.
So that class I couldn't take pass/fail--well, it turns out that I actually can. The folks out at the LBJ school, which has its own cross-listed section of my class were kind enough to help me out. Joy!
But when I went down there to receive the professor's permission in writing, the first thing he did was soberly assess me to be something like a class clown--cut me to the quick. I sat there brokenly trying to explain, in rambling sentences, why it is that I ramble so much in class while trying to choke back tears. He seemed to quietly take pity on me in that moment and changed the subject, signing the form I brought shortly thereafter.
Now I kind of don't want to go back. Taking this class pass/fail solved one big problem: getting an unpleasant grade tacked on to my last semester. But it does not best solve the overriding issue, which is my crazy levels of stress.
(Enter New Scheme:) Without that class I would have 59 semester hours in residence at UT according to my degree audit. This excludes a one-credit tennis class which is specifically not countable towards the 120 credit requirement for graduation, but would otherwise give me the 60 hours I need. However, the course catalogue is written in such a way that I believe a reasonable person could interpret that even if a class does not meet specified requirements for the degree as a whole, it may be included in the 60 hours needed for residence.
Is this a long shot? Well, yes. I'm trying to override the University of Texas's godlike degree audit. And there could be any number of pitfalls--most notably the fact that my professor agreed to drop my from his class if I registered for his other section; his drop may be conditioned on that at least in spirit even if not in letter.
So I go. Working hard so I don't have to work hard. But this kind of working hard makes me actually feel good about myself. Fuck paradoxes.
*If you are named Tanya Godling, I don't know you. I'm not stalking you. You probably got here by googling yourself, didn't you? I do that all the time and I wish so much that I could actually find myself in something awesome. Congratulations.
**Same goes for you, Lisa Witherspoon.
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