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Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa
Feb. 25th, 2015 10:00 pmA few mornings ago, Dad noted that the air temperature at the farm was 50F warmer than it had been 24 hours previous. Ridiculously cold. Similarly, this evening, I walked out of Bingham Humanities and thought, "Hey, this ain't too bad." It was 37F. This has gotten right out of hand.
I'm meeting one of my professors from last semester tomorrow afternoon. He's encouraging me to try for entry into the MPH program in the fall, and has offered to write a recommendation for me. He's gone as far as to suggest doing a year on the MPH track and then moving right into a PhD track, but I don't see that as viable for the work I want to do. Or, hell, maybe I'll do a year at the 500/600 level and determine that, yeah, Doctor [MY NAME HERE] sounds pretty damn good and I'll do greater things than I expected.
The past couple of weeks - well, discounting the time lost to weather - have seen a rising level of frustration with the progress of classes. I can't make myself care about 405, 430 is more of the same from last semester (and the curriculum calls for a total of four semesters of this trainwreck for whatever unknowable reason); the only class in the PHUN program I look forward to is Epidemiology. And it's not just me. The other veterans of Fall 2014 are growing bored, and when you've got a couple dozen smart and motivated young men and women getting bored and frustrated with your brand-new program, there's a real danger of them leaving.
I'm meeting one of my professors from last semester tomorrow afternoon. He's encouraging me to try for entry into the MPH program in the fall, and has offered to write a recommendation for me. He's gone as far as to suggest doing a year on the MPH track and then moving right into a PhD track, but I don't see that as viable for the work I want to do. Or, hell, maybe I'll do a year at the 500/600 level and determine that, yeah, Doctor [MY NAME HERE] sounds pretty damn good and I'll do greater things than I expected.
The past couple of weeks - well, discounting the time lost to weather - have seen a rising level of frustration with the progress of classes. I can't make myself care about 405, 430 is more of the same from last semester (and the curriculum calls for a total of four semesters of this trainwreck for whatever unknowable reason); the only class in the PHUN program I look forward to is Epidemiology. And it's not just me. The other veterans of Fall 2014 are growing bored, and when you've got a couple dozen smart and motivated young men and women getting bored and frustrated with your brand-new program, there's a real danger of them leaving.
