Damn Skippy. What a semester. So, it's been a little crazy lately with school. I have dropped my marketing concentration so I no longer have a dual concentration. I dropped down to just management. I did this in an attempt to avoid all of the horror story marketing professors that are rumored to lurk at RIT. At this point I am just trying to get the most amount of gain with the least amount of pain. I have also taken it a step further to convince my friends and peers to drop a few classes and abandon the idea of a dual concentration. I remember learning something about how peer pressure can be bad, but oh well, apparently I am damn good at convincing people to be slackers. At the end of the day we will all still get that little piece of paper that says we did our time and earned an MBA. And for what? I am still unsure of what I want to be when I grow up. I considered continuing school until I figure it out, but that would be a lot of degrees over the next 60 years, and I am having trouble stomaching the idea of two more semesters right now. So, that put an end to that idea. Group meetings are driving me crazy. I must say that I thoroughly enjoy driving 40 minutes one way in crappy weather for an hour long group meeting in which we accomplish nothing other than the fact that we need to work on this at home because it requires more research. Great...thanks for that, cuz I have nothing better to do than drive back and forth to RIT and hang out with random people that don't have a clue what is going on. That's how it works. None of us really know what we are doing. We do a bunch of research on some random crap we know nothing about, slap it on a powerpoint in bullet form, spew it back to the professor in what we believe is a presentation and then do a little hail mary that some how we were able to pull a passing grade out of our asses. Now, I'm not bitter or anything. It's just that I am attending a school where I am now a minority, and I am learning that apparently, Americans are not very smart. The folks from India and China are really making us look bad. I tell them I got a B in a class and they ask me what happened. My response is that I studied really hard and managed to squeak it out. I don't know...call me crazy but last I knew a B was average. Now if you don't get an A people think there is something wrong with you. No pressure though. I am just a little stressed out right now, and still trying to figure out what I want to do as far as a career. You know, it's really too bad that they shut down the Youth Museum, because I could really use a field trip...or a hard drink....Anyways, it's late and I have to go to school tomorrow, so perhaps I will finish this very meaningful conversation with myself later. Peace out girl scouts.