Wild Wild West...Center

I would give graduate school a high five if it were a person. The whole thing just makes sense, ya know? Especially when winthrop's paying me to get a better job and get payed more cash when I leave. Not that money is my driving force, because if it were I wouldn't be going into sports. I realize that I'll probably regret typing every word of this here in about 3 weeks. But as of my homework free life right now, I am satisfied. After several days of switching my schedule around I've finally settled into a quantitatvie methods class in the business school, which was never in my plans. But 2 of my profs I had in undergrad said I didn't need to take their class because I would just be doing the same things. And I got A's in those classes, so I'm not doing that all over again. A compliment but also an inconvenience because I already hate any class with the word quantitative in the title. But I'll make it happen. My favorite portion of this whole idea is working with the sport management faculty. That's where it's at. Right now I've been doing the usual intern type things, but soon I get to teach class with them and do research for a sports business journal and suck up to them so they'll give me a job in 2 years. I would also just like to point out how awesome of a major I've selected for myself. Nothing against my philosophical peeps who have to read 50 books that have no conclusion, but my junk is just interesting. I get to read about lawsuits and how to organize and manage staff and how to make a budget. Stuff that actually happens, its cool. At my GA "desk" there are 3 little cartoon clips taped to the printer that are about health and PE and are supposed to be funny but they aren't really. Nerds. So my overall analysis is good and I think the coming years will be splendid if I don't lose my mind somewhere in the West Center. Until then, peace out social life.