I am afraid I have been two-timing you. (I am speaking to both the blog and to you, the reader.) Secretly, without writing a word of it, I have been enrolled in the first class of my Masters degree. I am sorry to report that it is an absolute joke. And I just turned in my last paper, all eight pages of it, tonight.

If I were not required to get my Masters, I would not. I am in continuous education continuously and most certainly do not need pieces of paper to tack to my wall, military record saying what I have done, which ridiculous hoops I have jumped through.

I choose a military friendly school to get my Masters at. This paid dividends when I deployed and lost the internet for nine days or more. They understood when I finally got back to them. The trade-off is that the academic level is low. I may sound pompous, but it is merely the truth. Half the students would have never made it out of any competitive college writing as they do. We posted our work in forums and commented on each others’ hypotheses and such. The few military guys were among the best in the class.

I am a little jaded with the current push towards graduate degrees. I will get mine, from my joke of a school, to merely check the box. (Perhaps my next class will be better?)

What this has meant to this blog is that I have not written longer, more meaningful posts. But I have settled on shorter, pithier pieces. Will I tackle lengthier posts now that I am done with this one class? I don’t know, I have five other classes from my job that I still have to do. And tomorrow I start my Japanese studies. Not to say nothing of the twelve (gulp) other classes I need before they gift me my Masters.

Forgive me, I am just grumpy after having to write eight pages of utter nonsense. The usual unrelenting joy will continue shortly. . .