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I have been vague about my major. My school offers several degrees related to psychology. So-- no one knows what I am actually doing.
My degree is terrible. I've had an associates for several years which I got back in the early '90's. Most of my credits were taken by this school when I reapplied. A year ago I resumed classes and just took a few, but they were lower division and while they were whiny, they didn't bother me because they were lower division. You be nice about those because so many of the people had just been through divorces or whatever-- they were on the edge so to speak.
All of my classes are upper division now except for Russian and an English class that had been added to the catalog. I also need to take math because in the past, whenever I took a math class as a single parent, I just couldn't make it up when my kids got sick-- I have one who, if something is going around in Australia, she catches it and it knocks her flat. (She is in high school and an honors student but has taken her math classes via correspondence because of her illnesses.)
I cannot stand the classes I am in. 3 & 400 level classes and each one is like group therapy. Everyone can relate and give examples and if you don't, you are not participating and your grades get cut. They are all suffering to some degree, then there is the shared martyrdom, "We'll be hated for what we do! We don't get paid enough! Budget cuts are baaaad!"
Look, I go into this knowing that the pay isn't too hot, but I am doing other things that REALLY interest me like yoga and art. I am not going in to solve past hurts and discuss them in class or to bitch later that my pay got cut and that people don't like me and how hard I have it. I want to like my co-workers and have a shared sense of purpose.
One of my friends in Russian class has the degree that I am going for and is now going for her nursing degree. When I asked what she thought of my major, she said that the classes are group therapy funded by the Stafford Student Loans. If you tell the other majors that you are taking a language, most will ask why because everyone comes here and learns English. They didn't choose to take the degree, they ended up in it to avoid anything mentally strenuous.
I do not want to change majors again-- I changed majors a lot many years ago, but she said that I could get a biology major and do yoga and massage and have a crack at med school or just about anything. I could study languages and still do my yoga and massage. She said that I could change to just about anything and have more options because our degree is a waste of time and effort when I could put my effort into other things and get more for it. I have high energy and I just sit in my major classes.
Yesterday I went to one of my classes and had to go get one of the kids, prearranged with the prof. I so badly did not want to return-- then I saw my neighbor who asked me a litany of stupid questions because she isn't very bright.
Helping people was my greatest desire when I got back into college. I have one day left to change my major and I know that no one can tell me what to do. . . I am so flustered. I am going to see an adviser tomorrow morning.
My degree is terrible. I've had an associates for several years which I got back in the early '90's. Most of my credits were taken by this school when I reapplied. A year ago I resumed classes and just took a few, but they were lower division and while they were whiny, they didn't bother me because they were lower division. You be nice about those because so many of the people had just been through divorces or whatever-- they were on the edge so to speak.
All of my classes are upper division now except for Russian and an English class that had been added to the catalog. I also need to take math because in the past, whenever I took a math class as a single parent, I just couldn't make it up when my kids got sick-- I have one who, if something is going around in Australia, she catches it and it knocks her flat. (She is in high school and an honors student but has taken her math classes via correspondence because of her illnesses.)
I cannot stand the classes I am in. 3 & 400 level classes and each one is like group therapy. Everyone can relate and give examples and if you don't, you are not participating and your grades get cut. They are all suffering to some degree, then there is the shared martyrdom, "We'll be hated for what we do! We don't get paid enough! Budget cuts are baaaad!"
Look, I go into this knowing that the pay isn't too hot, but I am doing other things that REALLY interest me like yoga and art. I am not going in to solve past hurts and discuss them in class or to bitch later that my pay got cut and that people don't like me and how hard I have it. I want to like my co-workers and have a shared sense of purpose.
One of my friends in Russian class has the degree that I am going for and is now going for her nursing degree. When I asked what she thought of my major, she said that the classes are group therapy funded by the Stafford Student Loans. If you tell the other majors that you are taking a language, most will ask why because everyone comes here and learns English. They didn't choose to take the degree, they ended up in it to avoid anything mentally strenuous.
I do not want to change majors again-- I changed majors a lot many years ago, but she said that I could get a biology major and do yoga and massage and have a crack at med school or just about anything. I could study languages and still do my yoga and massage. She said that I could change to just about anything and have more options because our degree is a waste of time and effort when I could put my effort into other things and get more for it. I have high energy and I just sit in my major classes.
Yesterday I went to one of my classes and had to go get one of the kids, prearranged with the prof. I so badly did not want to return-- then I saw my neighbor who asked me a litany of stupid questions because she isn't very bright.
Helping people was my greatest desire when I got back into college. I have one day left to change my major and I know that no one can tell me what to do. . . I am so flustered. I am going to see an adviser tomorrow morning.
