Pretty Pretty Please
So here I am, back. I should probably be taking a online chapter exam … again. Or re-writing my lab in Command Line Interface of the Packet Tracer software… again. But after ten hours in the classroom, my mind is just spent. This week was harder than the first two. I feel – overwhelmed.
When I first got the practice hands on exam from our instructor, I felt great. I was able to subnet the given IP with prefix further into four more networks no issues. I filled out the exam papers with all the required fields and was ready to start typing into to the Command Line. Okay so first step is the Router. One goes out to the internet another has a trunk. I’m telling you. It’s a whole new world of language, some of which I’ve been familiar with as a server administrator, other words? Not a clue. But I’m getting there, well. I thought I was. Till I had to configure my switches.
Or maybe it was realizing that an hour and a half later, if I was taking the exam. I would have failed it. I did not have enough configured. All my on the paper work was accurate, but I didn’t have the VLAN configuration complete, nor did I have my security implemented. Two pretty important steps. So I kept at it. From about 1400 to 1800 – 4 hours going through it, seeing the green router lights come on as I started plugging in interfaces. But I still felt, like a failure. I felt like I should GET IT! After getting my connection from the first switch to the router, I decided enough was enough. It was time to take a break from the hallowed halls of the Cyber College and go home.
As I got in my car and rolled down the windows, a hint of a fall breeze lifted strands of hair and flicked them across my face. I settled back and decided to connect Pandora to my car sound system. P!nks strong vocals filled the car, and while I’m sure her lyrics aren’t meant for someone who is in a networking class, they just fit. As I road out the gates of Fort Gordon, windows down, sun roof open I sang along. And you know what?
Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel
Like you’re less than fuckin’ perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel
Like you’re nothing, you’re fuckin’ perfect to me
It felt pretty good just to scream & sing along with P!nk and just let it all out of my system. One of the girls in my class and I chatted on messenger and it felt good to have someone who feels my pain, my battle buddy in the trenches of Networking class.
How do you deal when life is making you pack in more than you think you can handle?