The Dean's List... Almost
It just dawned on me that school has been out for four weeks, so I no longer have a good excuse for not posting. To be honest, it started out as burn-out from calculus class; somewhere along the way, it morphed into plain ol' laziness.
I'm still trying to buy a house. Not the original one I tried to buy, but a different one. And frankly, if this one doesn't work out, I'll probably just stay in my apartment for another year. (NOTE: That doesn't mean that I'm some kind of hermit, and never leave my apartment. Just in case you were starting to go there...)
Now, you're probably wondering about the meaning of the title of this post. You may remember back in January, when I embarked on the Winter semester taking three classes. Well, a few weeks in, I realized that I had bitten off a little more than I could chew. Partly because of a long commute between work and school, partly because of the often-hazardous Michigan winter weather, and partly (probably mainly) because I had class Monday through Thursday evenings. So, I ended up dropping one of my classes, my Special Ed class (which I will eventually have to take again, it's a required class). I'm guessing that this was a good move, because I got A's in my other two classes. Yes, that includes calculus!!
Unfortunately, because I wound up taking only seven credit hours, my 4.0 grade point average (GPA) is ineligible for the Dean's List. This is the second consecutive semester in which my GPA was high enough to be on the Dean's List, but I took less than the minimum ten credit hours. (My GPA in the Fall was 3.5, with nine credit hours.)
I'm not angry or bitter at the University (I save that for the abominable parking situation). I realize that they have to draw a line somewhere. That's OK, I'm on the Jim McKee Virtual Dean's List.
;-]
I'm still trying to buy a house. Not the original one I tried to buy, but a different one. And frankly, if this one doesn't work out, I'll probably just stay in my apartment for another year. (NOTE: That doesn't mean that I'm some kind of hermit, and never leave my apartment. Just in case you were starting to go there...)
Now, you're probably wondering about the meaning of the title of this post. You may remember back in January, when I embarked on the Winter semester taking three classes. Well, a few weeks in, I realized that I had bitten off a little more than I could chew. Partly because of a long commute between work and school, partly because of the often-hazardous Michigan winter weather, and partly (probably mainly) because I had class Monday through Thursday evenings. So, I ended up dropping one of my classes, my Special Ed class (which I will eventually have to take again, it's a required class). I'm guessing that this was a good move, because I got A's in my other two classes. Yes, that includes calculus!!
Unfortunately, because I wound up taking only seven credit hours, my 4.0 grade point average (GPA) is ineligible for the Dean's List. This is the second consecutive semester in which my GPA was high enough to be on the Dean's List, but I took less than the minimum ten credit hours. (My GPA in the Fall was 3.5, with nine credit hours.)
I'm not angry or bitter at the University (I save that for the abominable parking situation). I realize that they have to draw a line somewhere. That's OK, I'm on the Jim McKee Virtual Dean's List.
;-]
posted by Jim McKee at 10:51 PM
3 Comments:
Aw, Jim! Well done!!! Those are outstanding grades in hard classes, to boot!
Good luck with the house - I think real estate, like romance, can be meant to be or not. But maybe I'm just making that up! :-)
Congrats, Jim! I, too, have gone back to college. I sometimes wonder what the heck was I thinking, but I made the right decision. I check out your web site often, it is very cool. Keep up the good work!
Good job! It's harder for us to get those good grades as we age, and I think that should go into the mix when choosing the Dean's List, doncha think?
Best of luck with the house. Nothing was as big a pain in the patootie as house-buying. I plan to live in this place until I die, unless I win some ridiculously large lottery and can just pay someone to find, purchase and move me into the next one.
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