In college, it's "Keep your opinions to yourself, mimic what you see and hear, don't ask questions and repeat it back to the instructor the way they want to hear it...'They're right and the other people are wrong.'"
Now, go get your sheepskin...you've survived college.
If I HAD followed that advice, from day one, I'd be a college graduate too. But, I chose the "dark side" and wanted to know "WHY they did so-and-so and what the benefits of doing A before B when D and F would be so much better and less expensive and WOULD ACTUALLY WORK..."
You catch my drift...
Got the job on voice alone, needed cash instead of BS, wanted store-bought food, clothes on my back and roof over the head...
Am I missing not having a degree? Maybe 10 years ago, but now, not so much...I was about 30 credits shy, so maybe if I head back and see how the life experiences would count towards that 'skin' - it might be worth a try...one more item completed in life's slide downhill.
But, do yourself a favor and DON'T cut the math classes short.
I HATED MATH...bored me to tears 'cause I thought I didn't need it and after mimicking the problems in class, I thought I had it down pat.
Guess what? I needed it in my job worse than I ever thought I'd need anything else...I cost me alot more (post-schooling) than if I had applied myself when the classes were being paid for by someone else (parents' - tax dollars - etc...)
Sometimes, the things we THINK we know aren't the things we do so well. And there's ALWAYS a price to pay, one way, or another.
Think of it in another way...why would you bother to check the air pressure on the spare in your trunk, or check the overflow bottle under the hood? The car is running just fine and you KNOW where you have to go, the roads are nice and smooth. Right? And the oil light? It goes off as soon as the car finishes its "startup" routine. Everything is perfect!
Then, life hits you, outside the garage.
Yep, those extra classes might seem like a waste of time...but for some reason, it was decided by (OMG!) someone in a better position than you are now, to give "...those little skulls full of mush..." a boost over the others. Take the advice - it's like starting a 401(k) plan at age 20...doesn't make much sense now, but it sure beats a poke in the eye with a sharp stick at age 40!
(Now, if I could only remember how to calculate how high (in meters) that bush was that I was hiding behind, when that "financial guy" was trying to sell me something concerning something about savings and "compounding my interest?")
