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sad news on the last day of my PMP class

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Today was the last day of my PMP class, and it ended with a bit of a sad note.

As I write this, the people of the PMI chapter for Southern Ontario are attending the funeral of one of their volunteers, an outgoing project manager from RIM who taught our first class. Somehow—and we don't have details, the instructor who interrupted class to have us make paper planes—has died before reaching forty.

It was pretty sobering. All of us are dealing with what is, to be honest, a bit of a hassle in this program. One of the books has ballooned up to a 450-page tome of dense and highly repetitive text. I've not been doing great with the sample tests, and haven't even been approved the exam. But this news put things in perspective. Farewell Mr. Nose.

And it had started out so well. My seat-neighbours and I had fun laughing at all of the non-attendees who showed up to sign weeks and weeks of boxes in the attendance records.