By third year, he’d mastered the art of dropping a course, carefully noting the official dates before which he might still claim a certain percentage of his tuition, right down to the last possible day before his abysmal performance would be forever committed to his final transcript, frantically studying for a midterm in a subject he could not understand, from a page that made no sense, and feeling that surge of sweet relief as the tangle of highlighted text finally cleared to reveal the perfect solution, the realization that simply giving up and quitting would make it all go away.
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Andy Rennie
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ReplyDeleteOh I remember those days...and if life were only that simple! Sweet post - and all one sentence!
ReplyDeleteA fascinating journey with words.
ReplyDeleteI think I felt that same relief when I dropped a horrendous, boring class in college.
Great piece of writing.
One of the best days of my life was when I was able to drop three of my courses AFTER the midterm point for emotional reasons. I remember the date: December 4, 1974.
ReplyDeleteHa, quitting is sometimes a smart move. Carver, ABC Wed. Team
ReplyDeleteI never dropped a course, but I sure wanted to after my first seminar with my History 100 prof!
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Good solution to an academic problem...
ReplyDeleteNever dropped one but wished I did with in my algebra, ha!
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Would you mind pitching an answer?
Ordinary Words...'Quit while you're ahead' stated sideways makes it a quitter's high...enjoyed this♪
ReplyDeleteQuit worrying. About the best advice ever.
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