A friend who stumbled on the road to a bachelor’s degree asked me to review his essay for re-entry. After reading it, I told him he didn’t explain his role in getting tossed from school. He didn’t own up to the decisions he made. I can only tell people that sort of thing in good conscience if I can be expected to do the same thing.

So, the situation: I’m in a bad place. My interest in (and attendance of) Statistics has dropped off a cliff. I’m on auto-pilot in my other classes, and I haven’t picked up a book in a long time. I haven’t registered for any courses next semester, just as I haven’t applied for formal entry into the graduate college (right now I’m a “non-degree” student — all very legit, but I need to switch over at some point.)

While none of this is beyond repair, I don’t know if I care. The idea of even another semester here makes my skin crawl. I’ve spent far too much of my life in central Iowa. The 18 months more an M.S. would require sounds like too high a price to pay.

Next: the options.

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