Grad School Ding-Dong-Ditch

Incoming! 411 bomb! This tid bit of knowledge is about two months overdue but whatever…

SO…I decided to pull the plug on the whole grad school snazzle dazzle business.

Jigga-whaaa?

Yep, it’s true. King me!

Frankly, I had been a grad school-flight risk since before I even moved to San Diego. But I never would have made the move if I hadn’t had a tangible reason for doing so. And I realllly wanted to come to California.

So, I kept paddling along in de Nile river, hoping I’d fall in love with social work.

Mmm not so much.

I only had class one day a week, which was outstanding. But after class every Wednesday, I would have a series of mini melt-downs, which got progressively worse with each passing week. These melt-downs were also super fun for my roommate to deal with, God bless her.

Withdrawing from SDSU was quite the snaggletooth situation. The school was being a little bitch about letting me out of their iron fisted grip. But dear old dad was ready to go all Johnny Cochrane on their asses and take ‘em down town Lester Brown.

It was nice to see pops play his white knight card for his darling daughter, but also slightly terrifying.

I started getting calls from the president of the university being like, “So…uhh…I spoke with your father today…(uncomfortable silence)…He seemed very…(wheels turning for words besides crazy, scarily hostile, hugely a-holeish)…concerned.”

So yes, like a proper gentleman sans a rubber, I pulled out before things really erupted.

Now I am a much happier camper. So pitch a tent for them apples.