All By Myself
As I enter my third year of college, I will be branching out on my own in a number of ways. Heretofore, Kris’s major has required many of the same classes that mine does. Since she started school one semester ahead of me, she has gone through many of the requirements one semester ahead of me. I have been a willing sponge—using her notes when I needed a supplement, using her study guides, etc. Her methods of organization are great, and I have enjoyed being a sponge.
In the fall, I will only have one class that Kris has gone through. In the other four classes, I’m on my own. In a chat that I had with Dr. L, my accounting professor (one that Kris had taken in the spring), he told me in no uncertain terms that I am to tell Kris that she needs to change her major to accounting. “You are going to need a buddy,” he said. “From here on out things can be very difficult, and you need a buddy. You could go through the accounting program together and be very successful.”
He went on to tell me that they would be willing to customize Kris’s program to gear it toward the health care field, but he wants her in the accounting field! (I didn’t tell him that the English, Math, History, and Foreign Languages (did I miss any?) departments also want Kris. They love a successful student.) Alas, it is a bit late for Kris to change her major so she can go through the accounting program with me. I’m pretty much on my own from here on out.
And then about a month ago, I got a letter from an accounting firm in a town an hour and a half from here. The letter was an invitation to a reception for junior and senior accounting students. I thought it might be a little early in my college career to start with the Courting The Students game, so I asked several people for their advice. Kris thinks I should go; Sara thinks I should go; Dr. L thinks I should go. Everyone seems to think I should go—except me. I really don’t want to go by myself!! It could be very, very awkward for me.
I suppose it’s time for me to just take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and be a Big Girl. The word in the accounting department is that a lot of this type of reception/recruitment goes on, so I’d better get used to it. How better to break myself in than to go to a town that I’ll probably never see the people again?
I’ve sent my reply in, and I’ll go to the reception…all by myself.
In the fall, I will only have one class that Kris has gone through. In the other four classes, I’m on my own. In a chat that I had with Dr. L, my accounting professor (one that Kris had taken in the spring), he told me in no uncertain terms that I am to tell Kris that she needs to change her major to accounting. “You are going to need a buddy,” he said. “From here on out things can be very difficult, and you need a buddy. You could go through the accounting program together and be very successful.”
He went on to tell me that they would be willing to customize Kris’s program to gear it toward the health care field, but he wants her in the accounting field! (I didn’t tell him that the English, Math, History, and Foreign Languages (did I miss any?) departments also want Kris. They love a successful student.) Alas, it is a bit late for Kris to change her major so she can go through the accounting program with me. I’m pretty much on my own from here on out.
And then about a month ago, I got a letter from an accounting firm in a town an hour and a half from here. The letter was an invitation to a reception for junior and senior accounting students. I thought it might be a little early in my college career to start with the Courting The Students game, so I asked several people for their advice. Kris thinks I should go; Sara thinks I should go; Dr. L thinks I should go. Everyone seems to think I should go—except me. I really don’t want to go by myself!! It could be very, very awkward for me.
I suppose it’s time for me to just take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and be a Big Girl. The word in the accounting department is that a lot of this type of reception/recruitment goes on, so I’d better get used to it. How better to break myself in than to go to a town that I’ll probably never see the people again?
I’ve sent my reply in, and I’ll go to the reception…all by myself.
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