Time To Pick Up Something Heavy

First, the good news.

I passed my CSCS!

After 3 hours of staring at a computer screen, attempting to figure out how those three multiple choices even apply to the question that was asked, I managed to pass!

Sure, maybe I only passed by 5 questions, but it still counts! I'm now a Certified Strength and Conditioning Specialist!

Now, the annoying news.

A few months ago, a buddy of mine informed me that the MPH program had an "exit exam". What did that mean? What did it cover? Why didn't they tell us about this sooner?

These were all some of the questions that instantly spewed out of my mouth.

Apparently, the exit exam is a gigantic essay exam covering everything that I've learned since my first biostatistics night class that if I fail, forces me to retake my entire 16 week practicum (essentially an internship for married people that are already in the workforce and are now forced to juggle multiple jobs. Thanks grad school.).

Oh joy.

Why my school's administration didn't tell anybody about this sooner, I have no idea. I was just officially told about it last month, and told that it was strongly suggested that I take the exam within the next two weeks.

Aside from two week's notice being a bit short for such an exam, especially when I had scheduled a beach vacation one of those weeks a year in advance and had just paid $500 to take my CSCS - which, if I failed, was around a $200 retake fee - I need to have all of my old textbooks to take the exit exam.

THE ONES I SOLD TWO YEARS AGO.

Did anybody ever tell me I should keep those textbooks, just in case I happen to have a gigantic comprehensive exam near graduation? Nope.

"So, what's the big deal? Just go to the library, man."

Yeah, I thought the same thing. Except the library recently decided that it's going to be closed all Saturdays this entire summer, and only be open for five hours on Sundays.

"Well, just go on a different day, man."

That'd be fine, but I've already gotten a phone call from my professor, and multiple emails complaining about how I said I was going to take the exit exam and that I didn't. Did I ever say any of that? Nope, but that doesn't matter, I'm now the lazy, apathetic Southerner in the eyes of my professor.

USE. BETTER. COMMUNICASHUUUUUUUN!!!