Research

No more teachers, no more books by Bryan Trude

Well, it could have gone worse.

Good thing things were so peaceful and serene walking back to my dorm. Photo Credit / Bryan Trude

With the first semester of graduate work in the books, all of my final exams complete, I'm still left biting my proverbial nails over the results of my Methods of Research test, easily the most difficult and brutal exam I've taken in my educational career, at least since I took a test on colors back in kindergarten.

Man, was that one a toughie. 

Now that that's done, just waiting impatiently at work for my final exam grade to be posted so we can see how barely I passed the class with a B (or a C, which means I would have to take it again...not an entertaining prospect.) Nevertheless, the two As and a B I got in my other classes assure that at least this semester was enough of a success that I don't need to go grovelling to the graduate college about staying...well, admitted. 

If anything, I'm more impatient waiting for the 16th so I can fly home to Seattle and do absolutely nothing for three weeks. 

When I got my acceptance letter from Oklahoma State, a letter I received via email as I was walking out of a theater in Kent after watching Ted 2, I was kind of on that egotistical high that carried me through undergrad work. A confidence that bordered on narcissism that I know exactly what I am doing, and it's so freakin' easy. 


My mental state going in to grad school

Mostly accurate

Grad school is not easy. It is humbling, and frightening, and will make you feel so worried about the slightest details that you constantly feel like you gotta go. Like, right now.

Even in my research class, a class where I got a B on every single thing I turned in, I'm sitting here worrying whether or not I have to take the class again. When I'm done, this will all be worth it, I'll have my Master's, and be ready to pursue my doctorate and hopefully begin my research in earnest. 


My mental state now

Also mostly accurate

Until then...I -so- wish Oklahoma was a legal weed state. I could use a good relaxant. At least I can go home next week, kick my feet up, enjoy the cold and spend some time with my cat. Next semester, looking at my course list, should be much easier. 

Unless I have to take that research methods class again.