Screw Calculus I am watching movies

So you are all going to be jealous of my schedule. My classes consist of:
Design I
American Classic Cinema
Physical Science for Design
The Drexel Experience (This is where I learn how to ride the subway)
Shooting and Lighting
Expository Writing and Reading

Although my classes are pretty kick ass, I have still been very mopey about the odd Drexel schedule and how I will soon give up summers and have completely opposite vacations from any other college. However then I got this e-mail and I stopped feeling anxious for maybe two minutes

Folks,

For many years I wrote messages to students in the Honors College at
particularly stressful times. Now that I've been asked to take on
responsibilities as your chief academic administrator, I have a much
larger audience of students to whom I am dedicated. The previous
messages drew from my own experiences as a student, and Honors students
often told me that my words helped them through tough times. It is in
that spirit that I offer you the following. I promise to keep it brief.

Summer term is winding down for those in classes. Soon you will face
paper or project deadlines and exams. For our students on co-op, your
job is coming to an end. In both cases, you are experiencing, somewhat
prematurely (to judge by some other college students), what most
working
folks have come to accept: that summer is just another season for work.
Yes, Drexel students "mature" faster than others as you engage
professional responsibilities or the rigors of learning during the
season of play for most college-age people. Or at least that's what
those of us working or learning at Drexel believe, and with reason.
Many
students nationally have found employment or summer internships that
are
pretty taxing. Still, those in classes are feeling put upon, worn out;
and after six months of full-time work, learning about a new profession
during beach weather, our co-ops have met challenges that few mere
summer internships pose. Understandably, from time to time you may be
feeling deprived, even that your youth is slipping by.

Learning, whether on co-op or in classes, is never easy. In fact, I
think it's the hardest activity humans can do. It demands more
intensive
engagement, poses more challenges, than most professional positions
will
demand of you. (That explains why professors' formal work hours appear
light compared to people in jobs that do not demand discovering new
knowledge. Your professors are constantly assimilating and developing
new knowledge: as I said, the hardest things humans can do.) Add to
your
challenge of learning vast amounts of new material and difficult
concepts, those deadlines for projects and written work, the constant
press of exams, culminating in those dreaded finals, and you have real
reasons to feel down during what used to be the happiest season. I
loved
college; but I hated finals. Those two weeks of stress, anxiety, long
hours, and uncertainty always made me question why I was putting myself
through such agony. During every term, every year of college, I never
was able to enter an exam period with the confidence or calm of some of
my friends.

As Drexel students, you have chosen a more demanding calendar than
most.
You have chosen the harder path. You have chosen to learn, non-stop,
for
years. You have chosen to spend summers booking or working. And for
this
you have but one consolation: the future. You have taken on greater
demands now, sacrificed immediate gratifications, for future gains in
knowledge, mastery, and professional success. You have exhibited-are
exhibiting-that most rare of human traits: self-denial. And for that,
you have my admiration and support and, I trust, the understanding of
your professors or supervisors that what you are accomplishing is of
lasting value. So press hard into the conclusion of your co-op, study
relentlessly for those exams, and make the extra effort to ensure that
your project or paper is all it can be. The rewards, as you know, are
just over the horizon of accomplishment you have created. For you, your
future promises to be the happiest season.


Dr. G