Halfway Through AdjusterPro and I’ve Aged Five Years


I did it. I’ve made it halfway through the North Carolina adjuster pre-licensing course on AdjusterPro. That’s right—50% done, baby.

And I think I might be broken now.

Let’s talk about it.

The First 10%: Hope, Optimism, and a Clean Desk

I started the course like every responsible adult who thinks they’re about to turn their life around: with a notebook, a fresh pen, and snacks that weren’t even junk food. I made a schedule. I highlighted. I listened to the narrator like he was a monk gently passing down forbidden knowledge.

This was going to be my thing. I was going to crush it.

The Next 30%: The Slow Descent Into Policy Language Madness

Somewhere around Chapter 4, things got… abstract. Terms like estoppel, proximate cause, and moral hazard started stacking up like unpaid parking tickets. I began having vivid dreams where the AdjusterPro narrator chased me through a warehouse whispering, “Utmost good faith…”

I started muttering phrases like “contract of adhesion” at dinner. My wife asked if I needed help. Titus the dog just left the room.

The Halfway Point: Where Confidence Goes to Die

Now I’m halfway through, and everything feels like a pop quiz I didn’t study for. The review questions? Mean. The narrator? Still eerily calm as I spiral. The course timer? Moving slower than time in a DMV line.

I’ve learned a lot, don’t get me wrong. I now know indemnity isn’t a fancy mustard and that subrogation is not a yoga pose. But this halfway point hits different—it’s the academic equivalent of pulling over to stretch your legs and realizing you’ve been driving for six hours and still have six to go.

But Here’s the Thing… I’m Still In It

I haven’t rage-quit. I haven’t faked my own death to avoid the state exam. I’m still showing up, still clicking “next,” still battling my way through property terms like they owe me money.

Because at the end of all this, there’s a license. And behind that license is a job. And behind that job is a suitcase full of snacks, a hotel breakfast that barely qualifies as food, and the open road.

So here’s to the halfway point. May the second half fly by faster, may the quiz questions be kind, and may I one day understand insurance law without my left eye twitching.

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