In 1998 I graduated with my first Bachelor’s degree in Biology with a minor in Geography. I went back the following semester to get another Bachelor’s in Professional Geography because while working on my minor I discovered the field of GIS (Geographic Information Systems) and fell in love. The second degree allowed me to geek out on maps, cartography, and geographic data and the spatial relationships it creates. Most Fun Degree EVER. I got a job in that field for a few years (a field MrZ still works in) and then ended up at a job with a small company where I did more work relating to websites and marketing. This boring introduction is just a basis for the information I’m about to share with you:
I’m going to try to get my MBA.
Holy SHIT. I just said that out loud.
I became fascinated by marketing and business working in such a small company that required me to do all sorts of odd jobs. While working there I even started discussing getting my MBA and now – MrZ and I have decided to bite the bullet, trim the fat in the budget, and just let me focus on getting my Master’s as quick as possible. Holy SHIT.
(I’ll be saying that a lot. While I don’t curse often, evidently fear of education and my future will inspire a bit of mild vulgarity.)
I sent out inquiries yesterday and learned that the biggest thing in my way to getting accepted into our local MBA program, is my undergraduate GPA. I like to blame the under 3.0 GPA (I won’t tell how far under) on being a single working Mom trying to make it through college. But in reality it was because my school had an attendance policy and I failed a few classes for missing too many. Aren’t I a good role model? Evidently getting “F”s can really damper your GPA. Who knew?
So – in order for me to feel more confident about my acceptance into the program – I have to do well on the GMAT. I have to get a minimum of 500 to be considered and to make up for my GPA I really need to get above a 600. And let me tell you the key point: I SUCK AT STANDARDIZED TESTING. I was the one in high school with the really good grades but the really crappy ACT and SAT scores. I was in the National Honor Society but only testing average everywhere else. So the idea of my future hanging on the thread of this ONE TEST. Makes me want to VOMIT.
I’m staring an 80-day study program today. I’ve bought a few books and I’ll probably buy a few more. I’m going to really focus on trying to do as well on this test as humanly possible so that maybe I can get an average score.
So…another chapter in my life. HOPEFULLY. If I go through all of this emotional stress and grief and then don’t get accepted? There will be a dozen donuts making a sacrifice for the sake of my wounded ego. I guarantee you that.
And in non-related St. Patrick’s Day news…We made green cake poppers this weekend!
They were good but I learned that I think the reason I’ve had an easier time than many of you is because with the chocolate/red velvet cake poppers, I was using the kind of melting chocolate they use in chocolate fountains. Very liquid-y and easy to work with. The yellow and white melting chocolates I got this weekend are for candies and it was really thick and not as easy to use. Either way – they turned out so good we have none leftover for St. Patrick’s Day. Or for pictures. Just trust us.