Not about anyone, really. Well, maybe about myself. More like, I sometimes have conflicted feelings about attending Pomona for undergrad. Sometimes I wonder if I had chosen an easier school with a "bigger name" (i.e. Berkeley, UCLA, or arguably Stanford, or something along those lines), if I would have had a higher GPA and a better chance of getting into graduate school right off the bat. Forget the fact that grade inflation is such an issue, and that the o-chem tests we've seen from those schools are all a joke compared to our own, but would I have been happier about myself and the direction I would be heading?

Then I remind myself that I am (arguably) better prepared for graduate school, even if my GPA is fucked beyond all belief and I will have to work harder to attain my goals. Also, I wouldn't have met all the wonderful lovely people that I had, and I probably wouldn't have had such an awesome social experience (although that part may have had something to do with my academic troubles... but I don't regret it) if I had gone elsewhere.

And then I waffle for a while about whether or not it was a good choice to go to Pomona over someplace else.

And then a day comes along like today. Today, I started my first graduate-level class at San Jose State, and I realized that although all these people in the class with me are all graduate students (well, except two other Open University people), the concept of a seminar-style class where you read primary literature and dissect it for yourself is something not emphasized in their undergraduate experiences because of the size of their schools. When the professor started the class, it felt like a huge deja vu, since my undergraduate experience was fraught with such classes, conducted in a manner such as that in grad school.

So now I feel good about where I have been and where I am going. I have the utmost confidence that my time at Pomona will serve me well in the future, no matter where it takes me, even if it seems like I'm going nowhere for a while. Throw in the fact that I met a bunch of people who really do feel like family after four years, and I'm feeling fucking ecstatic. I'll be Someone (with a capital S) in my own time. For now, I'm content to be where I am, and I'm eager to move on to What's Next.

Bring it on, bitches! Bring it the fuck on!

Pomona made us such badasses. It's like when my euro teacher in high school beat us down all year and made us feel like we didn't know anything and we were all worthless and gave us 0's and 0.5's (out of 9) on our essays... and then right before the exam he told us that we actually didn't have to worry about anything, because we were pretty much guaranteed to get 5s. He had the records of all his students' scores in a table on an overhead to prove it. We will have that for the rest of our lives.

Guess what! I saw Joanna! And also guess what... CRAP. I forgot what the hell I came here to tell you. Well, I'll be back later...

ps- Do you think it would be a faux pas to put sour cream on a breakfast burrito?
» Zanzibar on 2007-01-24 06:52:28

I'm just reading your modules here.... and I'm curious... what exactly are "women's studies"....?
» randomjunk on 2007-01-24 10:05:44

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