On one of the blogs I subscribe to provided the following which I think describes the Sophomore Blahs:
"Symptoms include, but are not limited to, an awareness of overwhelming dissatisfaction with life; a longing for something missing; bitter, angry feelings that don’t go away; and/or a state of perpetual disappointment. If this sounds familiar, you may have found yourself in the cemetery of dead dreams."On my drive into the office one day recently, I was thinking of a couple of courses I had to take my last year in G-School. I cannot recall the course names (and don't want to put forth the LOE to look them up) but what they had in common was the course description when I signed up for them said one thing and the instructor and his syllabus said another. It was difficult enough finding a course that would meet my graduation requirements that I also had the prerequisites for. I was also working against the clock...I needed to get my computer science degree as quickly as possible so that I could turn my dead end career around.
I had just had an interview at Motorola and the feedback I got was I would have been hired had I already had the degree that I would get six months later or if I had any IT experience whatsoever. The irony was that I couldn't get that experience without the degree. The scary factor was that once I got that degree, I wasn't any smarter or more knowledgeable than I was six months earlier.
For the class I took in the fall, the CD said rudimentary knowledge of visual basic was recommended. When I got to the class, the Prof said that if you do not know VB, you should not be here. I had to rely strongly on my friends with programming skills to help me with my homework. I think I basically bribed some Asian classmate to do my coding for me in exchange for me writing a paper for her.
I recall another class, it was about Hardware and Assembly Language. There was a lady who was the Web Designer for Playboy. I traded rides home from the O'Hare Campus for help.
From a Paralegal to a IT professional: Nightingale and I were talking about her sister the other day. Younger SIL has a low paying job as a paralegal and lives paycheck to paycheck.
I had exactly that same low paying job in my twenties. I was a paralegal at Big Bucks Law Firm where I was making median if not below market value and had no hope of ever exceeding that. I recall vividly sitting in my office one October and adding up my billable hours to see if I even had a shot at qualifying for our yearly bonus. Unlike the lawyers, our bonus was not set or defined. If you billed your 1800 hours a year, and thus brought in more than three times your salary, you might get a bonus if they Powers-that-be deemed you worthy.
My plan was to avoid large student loans and go at it slowly, a course or two per term and use summers of OT to pay off the debt. What actually happened was I did end up taking out some student loans but only for a total of $17K which I was able to aggressively pay off in little more than 7 years once I landed that better paying job.
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