hindsight is always clearer.

I’ve found this too be quite applicable to my collegiate academic life.  With grad school deadlines approaching, you’ve all likely heard or seen me stress about how unprepared I am.  I came into school loving math, and I’m leaving loving economics.  I chose a major that supported both, and I assumed the math background it gave me would give me an edge when applying to grad programs in economics.  I, however, was wrong.  As it turns out, I don’t even meet the prerequisites.  Since I go to a small school, I wasn’t given the opportunity to take intermediate levels of micro- and macroeconomics.  And because it wasn’t required for my major, I never took the economics course in statistics when it was offered.  These three classes are now laughing at me from the fancy websites of all the programs I’d love to get into.  I have no doubt that I could easily soar through these, if given the chance.

I don’t want to settle for other programs.  The options I’m facing are these:

1. Take classes online.  This is the only way to go for micro/macro.  When I emailed the director of one program, he advised me to stay away from for-profit schools like University of Phoenix.  That school is such a joke, and I’m pretty sure we made fun of it almost every week in senior sem.  My first instinct was to check my local community college.  Since I was top 10% in my HS, I was (and should still be?) eligible to take classes there for free.  Of course, they don’t offer intermediate levels either.  I started googling, and I’ve become frightened of the prices for a lot of online courses.  Finally I came across one with an application fee of $25 and a per credit charge of $25.  Thus, I could take both courses for $175, but there’s no way that could be true, is there? I have to be missing something. It’s Park University in Missouri.  Seems legit.  Their classes run 8 weeks so I could take one in January and start the other in March.  That way, I wouldn’t be crazy overloaded.

2.  I’ve found two ways to take Stats next semester.  The psych department is running Stats for Behavioral Sciences.  They use a statistical program and all.  It seems like it would teach all the right material, just applied to a different area.  The problem here is both classes are full, so I’d need to convince the prof to let me in or do a directed study.  The math department is running Probability and Statistics, which is different than the course in probability I already had.  I checked with that same director, and it would cover the requirement for that school at least.  The problem here is it runs at 11:00, and I already have a needed class then so I’d definitely have to do a directed study.  The problem with both of these is that they would put me one credit over max, meaning I’ll have to drop tennis/badminton. 😦

Yoi and Double Yoi.  I’m taking one complicated path to grad school.  I’m also procrastinating a ten page paper for my political science final, a paper I wouldn’t even have to write if I had known I needed stats and had taken that this semester instead.


red river gorge-ous.

I got my first taste of how hard it can be to convince Zealous kids to do stuff together recently.  After a week of spending almost every meal in the cafeteria lobby trying to convince my classmates to come on our camping trip, I had a list of 16 brave souls.  When the time came, just 8 of us made the journey to the Red River Gorge.  My spirits were dim as I stood in the parking lot crossing off names, and I decided it would be a long year for me as Activities Director.  The night became significantly greater on the drive to the Gorge with Amanda, Krysti, and Stockton.  The trip was hilarious, and we messed up our directions quite a few times, turning around in abandoned gas station parking lots and driving on roads that suddenly ended.  The drive took twice as long as it should have.


We got to Koomer Ridge a little after nine.  The place is run by this really nice older couple.  As we got settled in, we tried to start building a fire.  We tried, we tried, and we tried, but the kindling wouldn’t stay lit long enough to catch any of the dry logs.  After almost an hour of defeat, we decided we needed to ask our campsite neighbors for help.

*note: This post was started on September 28. It is now December. I’m slow.  This is no longer going to be a descriptive tale, but more of a short summary.

Our camping neighbors were nice enough to give us a fire starter log, which we may or may not have opened incorrectly and had a difficult time using.  Eventually, we got a nice fire going and broke out the campfire necessities.  I learned that strawberry marshmallows make delicious s’mores.

*It is yet another week and a half or so later. Finishing this sucker now, because I want to start new posts.

The next morning, half of our group left for school as the rest of us headed to the infamous Miguel’s for lunch.  It’s a known spot to all who head out to the Gorge; they have highly unique pizza toppings.  We ordered one with feta cheese and chicken, and it was quite tasty.

We headed to the Gorge and decided to head to Courthouse Rock.  On the drive over, we came across a cute little dog in the middle of a dangerous stretch of road.  There weren’t any houses around, so we grabbed the dog and took her with us.  The Gorge was beautiful, weather could not have been more perfect, and we found people willing to take the dog to the nearest shelter.  It was a great trip.