And don't you look great!
Yep. My last year of graduate school. In approximately 9 months I will have 3 letters behind my name…
give me an M..
give me a B…
and give me an A…
what's that spell??
Master's of Business and Administration baby! Those 3 letters will mean that someone thought I was smart enough to work in the real world and that I had spent 2 years getting by in finance, accounting, organizational behavior, marketing and promotion classes with crazy professors and even crazier students. They'll also mean that I spent 2 years getting those letters Free of Charge because the school hired me as a graduate assistant and worked my ever-living butt off in exchange for an education.
You can bet I'm walking across the stage on graduation day like this. Because my MBA makes me oh so fancy.
Sounds like a pretty legit deal for me. And it is.
I'm so excited for this year and the first day, first week, first month is chaotic and kinda crazy but I'm so glad to be back at it.
Don't believe me? Ask my student staff.
The day before classes started we had Supervisor Training. Last year I was nervous, had never met them and was worried over what they thought of me and it was like the first day of high school all over again.
This time around…I wanted to hug them all when they came into our office. Saying hi's and hello's how was summer's and I was too happy to have my students back. Grinning ear to ear, I didn't even mind that I was planning on staying in the office for around 9 hours on a Sunday. My goons are back and that's all that matters.
They're BACK! YAY YAY YAY!!!!
Training went well, I hope, we talked a lot and only saw a few of the goons nodding off but then being brought back to attention when I coughed violently a few times (pay attention class!) After the training we had another meeting with our sport clubs. We hold a draft for practice times and field space. They pick numbers out of a hat and we hold it like a the NFL draft, no trades for position but you choose when and where you would like to practice and if someone picks your spot, you can put up offers for trading. It kinda feels like a stock exchange room when it's happening, men's lacrosse negotiating with women's rugby to use this field on monday in return to share a space on thursday, etc. etc.
After the clubs left kinda happy we then turned to finishing up our registration for our IM Sports. The new GA, JT, is really good at this part. He gets the system we have online and he rocks at it. Having him around is pretty sweet, he catches on fast, has pretty, actually really good ideas and is fairly funny which makes for a fun work environment.
But then the real fun began…Hello Welcome Week! Cue the club sign ups, the tabling, the marketing, the "Where the heck is ___ Hall?" and "How do I get to ___" questions from a bajillion new, young, naive and scared freshman. It's ok guys, you're going to be fine, but here take a brochure and what the Student Rec Center can offer you!
From BBQ's, Greek Life, Sport Clubs, Meet and Greets oh and did I mention regular class, all of that wrapped up in one whirl wind of a week. Whew. Just rethinking about it makes me kind of dizzy. And it felt like everyone and their mother's wanted me at this event, or that social gathering pushing IM's and Sport Clubs and then class and my email has literally 3,000 emails everyday and my clubs are so needy…ok they do have some validity in getting some equipment and other gear but it's just crazy…
But the new GA's and us veterans survived. Week 2 was a little less chaotic, ok not really, but I'm starting to get used to it again. Like riding a bike, just jump back on and you're a little wobbly at first but then it's smooth sailing.
Yeah sure. Ok…
Class is ok. It's more or less the same old same old…smaller classes with some familiar faces this time but still the same overly pretentious and chatty professors who make you sit up front so no chance of not paying attention..little does he know that no one can pay full attention for over 3 hours of lecture. It's mind numbing but eh, we'll survive. We also have a bunch of group work already (GAG) but this was expected…although it's still not welcomed.
But then the real fun began…Hello Welcome Week! Cue the club sign ups, the tabling, the marketing, the "Where the heck is ___ Hall?" and "How do I get to ___" questions from a bajillion new, young, naive and scared freshman. It's ok guys, you're going to be fine, but here take a brochure and what the Student Rec Center can offer you!
From BBQ's, Greek Life, Sport Clubs, Meet and Greets oh and did I mention regular class, all of that wrapped up in one whirl wind of a week. Whew. Just rethinking about it makes me kind of dizzy. And it felt like everyone and their mother's wanted me at this event, or that social gathering pushing IM's and Sport Clubs and then class and my email has literally 3,000 emails everyday and my clubs are so needy…ok they do have some validity in getting some equipment and other gear but it's just crazy…
Somedays I kinda wanted to yell this at anyone and everyone who came within 3 feet of my desk.
But the new GA's and us veterans survived. Week 2 was a little less chaotic, ok not really, but I'm starting to get used to it again. Like riding a bike, just jump back on and you're a little wobbly at first but then it's smooth sailing.
Yeah sure. Ok…
Class is ok. It's more or less the same old same old…smaller classes with some familiar faces this time but still the same overly pretentious and chatty professors who make you sit up front so no chance of not paying attention..little does he know that no one can pay full attention for over 3 hours of lecture. It's mind numbing but eh, we'll survive. We also have a bunch of group work already (GAG) but this was expected…although it's still not welcomed.
The professors' reaction when we plead for individual projects. I swear they get the biggest kick out of watching groups crash and burn.
And then Labor Day weekend came and went way too fast and here it is week 3 and already september.…geez that went by fast. Only 4 more months in 2014…holy smokes! That's too much for me to wrap my head around at the moment so I'm going to go to bed and attempt to act like I know what I'm doing. Fake it til you make it, still my motto!
To be continued!
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