Bleeding Fiction

Found out today that I did really and truly fail this past Friday's Japanese test. I was, in fact, not hallucinating. This does not, strictly speaking, preclude my getting a 2.7 in the class (the minimum I need to get credit for it), but it sure doesn't make the outlook good.

Right now I'm staring down two options. I either retreat back to 2nd-year Japanese for the remainder of the year and hope that I can survive the 3rd-year intensive course this summer or I switch tracks altogether and start taking courses in the Evans School and get a Masters in Public Affairs, which I could also most likely finish by the end of this summer. Of course, I'd have to apply to the Evans School, and there's no guarantee I'd get in.

So it's a gamble, either way I go. No matter which I choose, I may be shooting myself in the foot.

On the up-side, I don't have to decide until early-to-mid-December.

To add to the irony, though, I got an email back from the guv'ment about this thing I'd applied for, the Presidential Management Fellowship. It's sort of an accelerated Feberal job placement program. I've cleared the first round of screening and they're now going to look my application over. That's cool, but my admission into the program is, of course, contingent on me getting my degree this spring. D'oh!