Isn’t it interesting how a negative punch line almost immediately makes you want to read it?!
How seeing someone else’s failures makes you feel just a little better about how your life is going?
Well, here I am to make you feel better! As we all know, life happens. Sometimes you can make it out unscathed… others, well, you know. Many of you may have seen this post on Facebook by now – and I’m finally ready to talk about it.
In January of 2013 I began my studies as an M.B.A. student at the esteemed University of Richmond. “Reputation. Rigor. Results.” is the slogan and they mean it. In the past year, I left a terrible position with an apartment complex and somehow was blessed to have been found for my new position with a wonderful local Assisted Living community, my little sister got married, my best friend had a baby, my other best friend got married, I adopted my dog (Trooper), I endured two bad relationships, I had surgery to remove my Keloid and… I was dismissed from the M.B.A. program.
Yes, dismissed. In the sense of the word that makes you feel as if your presence is no longer desired and you’ve shrunk to about two inches tall.
So, surgery ended up taking me out of class and work for a bit longer than had been expected. What was originally thought to be a three day post op, quickly turned into three weeks in a sad, weakened state. I couldn’t do anything for myself – it was pitiful!
I’ve digested the happenings of this past week by now so it’s a bit easier to own up to and to talk about… but it doesn’t make it any less difficult. See, last semester was the first that University of Richmond implemented a new curriculum change. For the first time, one, two and three credit courses are being offered in an effort to allow a faster completion time of their M.B.A. I enrolled in Statistics for the second half of the semester thinking it would be smart to get a handle on my other two courses (marketing and finance) before picking up a third. I was right. Unfortunately the memo wasn’t quite understood by all parties that when a class switches from fourteen weeks to seven and from three credits to two… some material needs to be cut out – so the fire hose digestion of Statistics commenced. I had a solid hold on Marketing and Finance and was ready to conquer Statistics when it began in October. I diligently completed my readings, homework, etc. and thought I was duly prepared for my midterm exam.
Class was dismissed at 10:00 pm on November 11th with take-home midterms in hand. On November 12th at 6:00 am, I reported to check in at the Hospital. What followed was days of pain, nausea, weakness, Vicodin and hours upon hours of sleep. I slowly worked through my midterm exam and when I turned it in, I knew it wasn’t my best work but thought it was at least mediocre – turns out the Vicodin made me a bit more confident than I should have been. After receiving my graded test back two weeks later, I met with my professor and he was empathetic and agreed to give me two extra weeks to study for the final.
The building block nature of the class put me even further behind and I soon found myself in a situation of teaching myself the material (attempting to at least). I met with my professor, a tutor and a classmate to study, I re-read my book while I still had access to it (online) and I worked through the practice exam published online.
Despite every effort to learn the semester’s material in two weeks, I failed the cumulative final exam. University policy states that if a student earns an “F”, they shall be dismissed from the program. So, on January 3rd, I was just that… dismissed. 24 credits into a 45 credit M.B.A. with plans to participate in their Mentoring program and travel to Riga, Latvia for International Residency. Gone.