To flee or not to flee.
On Monday afternoon, I am meeting (more like a phone call) with the director of the tax program at my "current" school. He knows that I have been offered transfer admission to a different school and I planned to attend next fall. But I wanted to speak with him before I left. Perhaps he wanted me to stay. Or he may just wish me well. I don't know.
To be honest, I don't even know why I am even contemplating this decision. Ive been dreaming about this moment for months. The new school is a LOT closer to home (meaning less $ on gas, less lost wages because I can stay longer at work) and has a better rep. I have already calculated the benefits and risks and have come to the conclusion that the benefits outweigh the costs.
I could go on and on about this, but I can sum it up in one sentence.
He better give me a good reason to stay or I'm gone.
I've already written my "so long" letter.
To be honest, I don't even know why I am even contemplating this decision. Ive been dreaming about this moment for months. The new school is a LOT closer to home (meaning less $ on gas, less lost wages because I can stay longer at work) and has a better rep. I have already calculated the benefits and risks and have come to the conclusion that the benefits outweigh the costs.
I could go on and on about this, but I can sum it up in one sentence.
He better give me a good reason to stay or I'm gone.
I've already written my "so long" letter.
I just read your post. Take the better job, guy!
Posted by
truevyne |
6:24 PM
Man got to do what man got to do.
Posted by
Prince Romp |
1:16 AM