Crisis averted

After my last post, I went to the registrar's office and switched to a newer catalogue and I no longer have to take Writing Literary criticism. Thank god. I was seriously starting to think that I might have to pay an overlaod fee or come back for one semester next year. However, there were also some changes for the new catalogue that affected my COM major. So, now Intro to Stats counts toward my COM major and I already took that my sophomore year; however, I got a C, so now I no longer have a 4.0 for COM Studies. I am so frustrated. Whatever, it's not like the world is coming to an end.

Oh, and my eyeball no longer hurts. For a while there, I was concerned that I have permanently bruised my cornea. Every once in a while my eye gets a little blurry, but not bad and it's only if I'm looking at a computer or tv screen for longer thatn 30 minutes. And my ankle doesn't hurt when I walk anymore, but it is a little swollen still. Mlargh! I think that I should just be wrapped up in a plastic bubble for most of my life, because one of these days, I'm going to be extremely clumsy and permanently hurt myself.

And today is the big Freshperson move in today for the 4n6 newbies. I don't think that I have ever helped with this before, and I didn't move in with all the other new freshpeople my 1st year, so I'm not quite sure what to expect. And after we move everyone in, we are going to go to supper, then a movie, and then Mormon Island to hang out and have a bonfire. Here's hoping for fun!

Contemplate this: Should I even try to figure out the last time anyone really cared what I wanted?

Stupid college

Well, I got some pretty crappy news this week. . .It turns out that for my English: Writing major I am required to take writing literary criticism, even though it's not in the DAMN CATALOGUE!!!! I am so angry. The hard copy that I received with the requirements does not require this class, but if you go online and look at the requirements on Jenzabar, then it is required. And, now after I have already registered for my classes this fall they tell me this crap, AND oh yeah, that class is only offered in the fall. So, if I don't switch catalogues so that the requirements for my COM major change and I can take the stupid 1 credit forensics class, then I will have to come back next year, or pay an overload fee at some point this year. So, now I have to walk my happy ass over to the registrar's office, request that they switch me catalogues and then I have to drop and add 2 classes this semester. AARRGGHHH!!! This is the lamest thing. And if you look at the catalogue, I am only required to have 32 credits for my Enlish major, and adding on the stupid class, makes 36 credits!!! Oh, and let's not forget that I am a writing major, NOT a literature major. Stupid fucking rules. I think that the school is trying to screw me over. Fuckers.

Oh, and I sent Kittie a copy of a cutting of my prose and she tore it apart, I feel like it sucks, and I don't even want to meet with her today to discuss this fucking class shit and the prose. Whatever.

AND last night I was bending over to put a pop in the fridge, and I hit my eye right on the handle. So, now my eye is all fucked up and it hurts to move it. I can't see any black and blue business around it, but it hurts and might as well be a black eye.

Contemplate this: Can I protest the class because the registrar's office fucked up when they entered everything online?

somewhat better

Ever since my tumble down the stairs, I have still been working long hours, even though I probably shouldn't be so that my ankle can heal properly. It is still swollen and slightly black and blue. I ice it every day and wrap it up before I go to work. It isn't much considering that most of my shifts are 9 hour shifts and I don't get to sit down except for the last hour when I count my deposite. It sucks, but tomorrow is my last day off until next Friday when we have our Baby Bronco retreat weekend. I know that I will make it will just make for a long 7 straight days of working.

And I've been trying to call my mom, but I haven't been to get a hold of her because our schedules are almost completely opposite. I just want to know how my brother is doing since he will/might be a dad in two weeks. See, my brother was dating this really crazy girl who is bipolar and just flew off the handle at really stupid shit, and she manipulated him all the time. Well, anyway they broke up, but he continued to visit her from time to time, and last January she said she was pregnant and that it was my brother's. Anyway, everyone is pushing for a paternity test asap because a) we don't want her to be having his kid, b) she's nuts and we want to be rid of her, and c) she's lied about being pregnant before to get him to stay, so we're thinking that she may be lying that this kid is his. She is sooo mean and says horrible things to/about him and about our family. It is just a bad situation. If the baby is his then it is quite possible that he might try to get custody of it because she is so unstable. Who knows, this is so fucked up.

And I'm starting to get really worried about next year. I have one draft of my CA done and sent to Kittie despite being horribly ill at the time of the deadline, but that's all I have done. I've some poetry that I like and a prose that I like, but I don't know if I LOVE them enough to use for forensics, let alone my senior year. I just want next year to go well for me so bad, and I'm scared that I'm going to fuck it up. I think that would be one of the biggest disappointments of my life. Admittedly, I do have a quarter under my belt and that helps me to believe in myself, but what if that was just luck and not talent. Ugh, it makes me so scared.

Contemplate this: For people who are constantly underdogs overcoming adversity, how badly do they crash and burn when they can't rise above anymore?