Research Methods, It's Been Real. See You Never.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

You know how people always say "God doesn't give you more than you can handle" anytime they are doing something that they feel is way more than they can handle? I've used that line myself. However this week was the first time I've ever seen in a super obvious way that sometimes God also sees that it really IS more than you can handle, so he takes it off your plate.

Allow me to explain.

As previously stated, my plan for this semester was to go back to school full-time. And then I also agreed to teach full-time too. However, I stayed enrolled in three classes: a teaching middle childhood class on Thursday afternoons, an online class in middle childhood curriculum and a Tuesday night class called Educational Research and Writing. This past Tuesday I went to class, which started at 6:30. As soon as I saw the syllabus, I was like no. No no no no no no no. Statistics, guys. Interpreting data. Chi square, regression analysis, literature review, methodology. Teacher comes in, starts writing crap on the board -- r squared and some kind of bell curve with dots, I don't know -- and I just sat there.

Like seriously. NO.

What you have to understand is -- I don't do math. At least not math at that level. I do not understand statistics, nor do I wish to, frankly. And, the biggest reason this was killing me, I have already taken an identical class. For my journalism master's I was required to take research methods. It was even one of the core subjects on my comprehensive exam. So I'm sitting there like 1. I cannot do this, and more importantly 2. I cannot do this AGAIN. I did great in my research methods class -- because I killed myself trying. And I honestly told God -- sir, I do not have it in me for another go 'round of this.

I thought to myself, I wonder if I can get out of this. Having already taken a graduate course on this same subject matter, why would I need to do this again? But I also took diligent notes, trying to convince myself that it was likely I would end up having to take this class, and that I needed to accept it. Somehow I'd find a way to figure it out.

That evening when I got home, I emailed my advisor and explained to him my thoughts. I pray, pray, pray, prayed, and Wednesday afternoon I got my answer -- WAIVED!


In even better news, that means that I technically already have three hours out of the way, bringing my total needed to 36.

Friends, I cannot tell you my relief. Like I seriously have no words at all. NONE. Today I threw that syllabus and one page of notes away, and if I hadn't been in public I probably seriously would have danced it over and threw it in the trash can with all of my being.

So there is a lesson for you in God saying "No, but seriously, this is more than you can handle." Also, now that I'm thinking of it, God probably realized that me having to take this class (AGAIN) was more than HE could handle. Let's be real.

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