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Currently, I'm sitting pretty with a 93% in my college class. While I have no idea what that equates to with the numbering system out of 4.0, I'm going to assume it's good, since a 93% is good.
The final is next week, and while I'm a little nervous, it's nice to know going into it that even if I somehow only get half the questions right on the 120 question final, I'll have a passing grade; a grade that means I don't have to pay for the class since Maria's an employee.
So here's what I'm thinking: I take the final, and get a good grade, passing the class with high marks. Should be easy enough since on Wednesday the professor walked us through the test, question-by-question. No, seriously, he was telling us what we should study, while looking through the test so that he knew he was telling us the right stuff to study. Pretty cool, huh? Only thing is, he told most people the class was optional, so they didn't show up. There were about 30 students out of a class of 95. Whoo.
Now, Maria and I have been talking about my college career, and her own. She's going to be getting her MBA from U.Del, and so will be using up those free classes. There will be a few for me, here and there, but mostly the classes are hers if she wants them.
What I'm going to do, I figure, is take classes that sound like they could actually teach me something I want to learn. I'm not worried about a degree, but I realized during this Nutrition class that I crave learning, and a good teacher can make that awesome. A bad teacher can at least, hopefully, point me in the right direction for learning.
Meanwhile, I'm working on a recipe for chicken wings, and pizza. You can't get good chicken wings and pizza here in Delaware (have I mentioned this?), so, Maria agrees that a pizza and wing shop with good pizza could do really well. Just consider how the bad places are doing, take into account that this is a college town, that some of the people who come here actually know what good pizza and wings taste like, and the business plan almost writes itself.
I figure when I go in to try and get funding, I'll be bringing along some pizza and wings. The taste will sell my idea, and then I just have to sell myself as a competent restaurant guy.
Remember what I said about being an idea guy? Yeah. Time to turn it into a "getting it done" guy.
The final is next week, and while I'm a little nervous, it's nice to know going into it that even if I somehow only get half the questions right on the 120 question final, I'll have a passing grade; a grade that means I don't have to pay for the class since Maria's an employee.
So here's what I'm thinking: I take the final, and get a good grade, passing the class with high marks. Should be easy enough since on Wednesday the professor walked us through the test, question-by-question. No, seriously, he was telling us what we should study, while looking through the test so that he knew he was telling us the right stuff to study. Pretty cool, huh? Only thing is, he told most people the class was optional, so they didn't show up. There were about 30 students out of a class of 95. Whoo.
Now, Maria and I have been talking about my college career, and her own. She's going to be getting her MBA from U.Del, and so will be using up those free classes. There will be a few for me, here and there, but mostly the classes are hers if she wants them.
What I'm going to do, I figure, is take classes that sound like they could actually teach me something I want to learn. I'm not worried about a degree, but I realized during this Nutrition class that I crave learning, and a good teacher can make that awesome. A bad teacher can at least, hopefully, point me in the right direction for learning.
Meanwhile, I'm working on a recipe for chicken wings, and pizza. You can't get good chicken wings and pizza here in Delaware (have I mentioned this?), so, Maria agrees that a pizza and wing shop with good pizza could do really well. Just consider how the bad places are doing, take into account that this is a college town, that some of the people who come here actually know what good pizza and wings taste like, and the business plan almost writes itself.
I figure when I go in to try and get funding, I'll be bringing along some pizza and wings. The taste will sell my idea, and then I just have to sell myself as a competent restaurant guy.
Remember what I said about being an idea guy? Yeah. Time to turn it into a "getting it done" guy.
