and Words
I don’t want to hear about it anymore
It’s a shame I’ve got to live without you anymore
There’s a fire in my heart
A pounding in my brain, it’s driving me crazy
We don’t need to talk about it anymore
Yesterday’s just a memory
Can we close the door?
I just made one mistake
I didn’t know what to say when you called me baby
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
I tumbled through my fifth year in engineering school at the University of Miami. To be completely honest, I encountered obstacles with my senior project and took a little more time. Though with that extra year, I took the initiative to pick up a second major of computer science, and a minor in psychology. On that last year, however, I coasted compared to preceding years. Specifically, I needed fewer credits per semester to graduate.
The University of Miami had one rate for full-time tuition (12-18 credits), thus the price for tuition was effectively the same for four classes versus six classes. I regularly packed my semesters with 16-17 credits to maximize my tuition money, but this also meant that I would regularly take one or two more classes than my classmates. Hence, I kept a very full schedule and worked three days most weekends.
However, choosing to pack my schedule in this way had its own set of consequences. It was easier to ace a class when we had enough time to dedicate to it. Getting four A’s and one B (versus just four A’s) meant that I could get 25% more classes, but it also meant that my GPA would be 3.8 instead of 4.0. The more demanding the semester, the more my GPA suffered, but I refused to drop a class.
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