Dumb Move, I Admit
Wednesday, 28 August 2013 14:16![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lea_hazelToday I went to talk to the open university people about the possibility of transferring credits. The logic behind this is that they have a bio/cs program and with some manipulation it's possible that I'd have to do not-that-many courses and come out with a degre that not only salvages some of my work from HU but is also relevant to my professional development. However it would require a lot of manipulation, much more than I think they'd be inclined to allow, which means I need a long chat with one of their student advisers. I'm waiting on a call from them to schedule a meeting.
Then I ate lunch in the place where I used to work and felt pleasantly nostalgic. On the bus home I mused about fanfic and felt really good about myself.
Naturally, as soon as I got home I made every effort to ruin that good feeling. I wanted to look up how many credits I have in biology, compared to the maximum OU might be willing to accept a transfer for (which the lady I talked to guestimated at ~40). Making a rundown of how my credits per semester decreased from year to year was depressing, and led to dwelling on how few credits stood between me and the degree. Stupid move. Then I looked up all sorts of courses I could take in the next academic year, which might let me complete the degree on the trajectory I had planned (in Dec/Jan 12/13, when the first crisis happened). Monumentally stupid move. Then I felt like shit for a while.
When I realized I was wallowing I was reminded of Dr. Nerdlove and his columns about getting over a crush/infatuation/ex. This was surprisingly effective at digging under my brain funk.
Then I ate lunch in the place where I used to work and felt pleasantly nostalgic. On the bus home I mused about fanfic and felt really good about myself.
Naturally, as soon as I got home I made every effort to ruin that good feeling. I wanted to look up how many credits I have in biology, compared to the maximum OU might be willing to accept a transfer for (which the lady I talked to guestimated at ~40). Making a rundown of how my credits per semester decreased from year to year was depressing, and led to dwelling on how few credits stood between me and the degree. Stupid move. Then I looked up all sorts of courses I could take in the next academic year, which might let me complete the degree on the trajectory I had planned (in Dec/Jan 12/13, when the first crisis happened). Monumentally stupid move. Then I felt like shit for a while.
When I realized I was wallowing I was reminded of Dr. Nerdlove and his columns about getting over a crush/infatuation/ex. This was surprisingly effective at digging under my brain funk.
