Merry Christmas everybody. Hope you have a great couple of days whatever you do.
I’m going to Nana’s house tonight and tomorrow, after work, I’m going to enjoy the quietude of not having anyone around I have to see or talk to. That doesn’t mean I won’t change my mind later and decide I don’t want to be alone. I just might. But I know people I can beg for time. *grin*
I’ve got some exciting news. Check it out:
Survey of African-American Literature: A
Beginning French 1: A
US History 1: A
I had my last final today. After I finished my exam, I went to the information desk to ask them for my advisor’s phone number, as she’s not written me back (I e-mailed her about a month ago and I e-mailed her early yesterday morning). It turns out she doesn’t work there. I ended up going to counseling, where the man I talked to said I needed to go to the welcome center (a separate place from the information desk). So I went to the welcome center and asked for the woman I was sent to see. The woman at the desk said that she was really busy until January. I decided that was not enough time to make a schedule, so I explained that I was wanting to talk to someone about making a schedule. The woman asked if I was looking to be assigned a new advisor and I shrugged and said I guessed so (since no one told me what I was doing except going up to the welcome center and asking for a certain lady). Finally, it all got straightened out. The woman I talked to said someone would likely call me within a week. I figure if I don’t hear from them, I’m going to go back to the guy I talked to last semester who helped me choose classes to take, since he was so helpful. Overall, I can’t say it was a bad experience (as a matter of fact, it was kind of fun), but it’s kind of amazing to me that there are so many places that are so specialized, they can’t help you instead of sending you three different places. It happened when I was thinking about getting an ID too. Kind of amazing.
Okay, I like to write. Well, I like to dabble. I never actually finish anything (except on occasion these little posts, but that’s easy because they’re short and if I don’t like them, I can change them later). Papers for school are, of course, different. I finish them, but only because I have to. I only turn them in because I have to. If I could, I’d keep them and revise them and revise them and revise them. Then, there are other papers that I just wouldn’t write. Like the English paper I just finished. I wouldn’t have finished it if it weren’t for the deadline. And I just barely made it for the deadline. I’m not kidding. I didn’t leave as early as I wanted because I was still writing my paper. Then, when I tried to print it, it wouldn’t print because Tony’s printer was out of ink. The printers at school aren’t free, or I would have been there. The library’s not free. Tony was at work getting ready to go laser tagging (yes, that’s a new verb…it’s mine, so don’t steal it). I quickly e-mailed my paper to myself and drove over there hoping he hadn’t left yet (he works less than five minutes from his house). He was just getting ready to leave when I got there and he took the time to help me print my paper. Then I was even later and starting to wonder if I’d make it in time. I was praying the lights would be in my favor (they generally weren’t). But I made it just in time. And I met one of my classmates in the hall and he said our teacher wasn’t either of the places he’d expected, but I guess he’d not heard the part about puttng the papers in her box. At any rate, I got there about five minutes before time and she wasn’t there. I guess I could have had about five more minutes, but it’s better I was there when I was. My paper’s not as good as I would have liked, but I suppose for all my procrastinating, that’s what I get. And that’s one more class that’s done. Now I just have to write a paper for history and study for my exam and I’ll be done. Hooray for Christmas Break.