OK, so it appears that Operation Graduate School was somewhat short-lived, as I ended up only taking the one class.  Sure, I earned that ever important “A”, again demonstrating my life-long psychological need to attain acceptance and validation though my GPA.  After one semester, though, I realized that as the father of 3 children (and with a fourth bun in the proverbial oven), perhaps the amount of time and energy required to attain a Master’s degree that would ultimately have a very limited effect on either my job title or bottom line could be better spent on something else.

As it turns out, that time is, in fact, better spent nowadays in the nightly exercise of kitchen clean-up while simultaneous feeding prunes to an infant, reminding a very talkative 3 year-old that you need to *stop* speaking in order to consume food, and preventing the breakout of WrestleMania 67’s Battle Royale on the family-room love seat.  So, my options were a) continue with grad school or b) prevent household Armageddon.

As an extra bonus, though, less time spent working on grad school means that I still have a little time each week to dedicate to Arrogant Bastard I mean, you’ve got to have priorities, right?

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