Monday, May 10, 2004
I arrived at school to help with running Cram Session at twenty after nine o'clock this morning. My school pays tutors (mostly professors, with some students) to sit in the cafeteria and to help anyone who seeks further enrichment. We provide free food, consisting of fruits, vegetables, coffee, bottled water, sodas, hotdogs, hamburgers, and chicken breast fillets. Apparently, this semester the Student Activities Council did not bother to promote the event, so very few people utilized the free access. One of the tutors complained she and most of the other tutors had no one consulting them. All I could do was hand her a hot dog.at 5:14 PM
I viewed the newly-introduced Blogger commenting system, finding it most dissatisfactory. It looks almost exactly like Live Journal, which is ugly, tedious, and boring. The new blog template designs are all right, but I sort of miss the first one I had- the blue and grey (before I altered its colours). I dig that old time rock and roll.
I wrote April a letter this afternoon in which I provided her with sage advice on solving her speech impediments. I am a self-help guru.
Tomorrow I take my finals- then I must wait for my transcripts to go through to UT, the University of North Texas, and Texas Tech before I'll know for certain where I will be in three months. I just hope I can still get a private dorm. I will pay extra to avoid rooming with someone. I accumulate entirely too much stuff, and I am anal-retentive about foreigners invading my space and sharing my bathroom facilities.
Then there's the whole registration situation- I'll get last dibs on all my classes, which means my fall schedule will probably prove most inconvenient to my desires, id est, it will suck thoroughly. I took consecutive Tuesday/Thursday classes this semester. That worked nicely, because I then had open availability to work five days of the week, plus the long weekend to study, if necessary. I also spent less gas driving to and from campus.
For the fall semester, I'll still hold freshman classification, because I won't transfer enough hours. However, I can easily make those up during the next couple of summers, which will allow me to graduate "on time", more than likely. Or I could just go to school forever- refusing to exit the womb might not be such a bad idea.
