My Life As A Farce

academics, take seven

Posted By Cassandra Disque on April 22, 2009

Classes start in a month. I’m so happy, I’m metaphorically creaming my pants. By the time the semester starts I might really be creaming my pants.

The Abilify has made so much possible for me in the past month; I really feel like school is going to be possible now.

The rest of my schedule to finish my AA looks like this:

SUMMER I
Techniques of Reading & Writing II (required English)
Elementary Algebra (second time taking this non-credit, non-college level course; determined to pass it!)

SUMMER II
Intro to Philosophy (required humanities)
Intro to Speech (required speech)
Media Appreciation (arts credit)

FALL
Environmental Biology (fulfills science lab requirement)
Environmental Biology w/ Lab (fulfills science lab requirement)
Intermediate Algebra Liberal Arts (pre-requisite math course)
Photographic Expression I (arts credit)

WINTER
Survey of College Math (math requirement)
(physical education elective)

SPRING
Natural Science of Chesapeake Bay (fulfills natural science non-lab requirement)
Photographic Expression II (arts credit)
elective
elective

Then, this time next year I’ll be a student at the University of Maryland. I can’t narrow down my major; hell, I can’t even get close. I want to do something in science but I can’t handle the math requirements. My understanding of math ceased in the 8th grade, and no amount of tutoring and studying has changed that. I don’t know if I’d be able to pass Calculus; hell, I don’t know if I’d even be able to reach Calculus. I’m interested in:

Biodiversity & Conservation Biology;
Environmental Economics;
Environmental Restoration & Management;
Global Environmental Change;
Land Use;
Environmental Politics & Policy;
Society & Environmental Issues;
Marine & Coastal Management;
Animal Sciences: Animal Care and Management;
Biological Sciences: Ecology and Evolution;
Urban Forestry;

and they ALL require Calculus! I’m so fucked; I’m probably going to end up majoring in anthropology just to avoid the math. How clichéd can I get?

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Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.

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"The Drag of Gimp"

Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.

My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."