And now, for something a little different.

I’m enrolled in classes. Three of them. They have begun.

But really, this blog will get real old, real fast, if all I talk about is taking my classes online. So instead, today, I will talk about my commute home. I like to think I’m a polite person on the road. Sure, people piss me off from time to time, but overall, I think I’m pretty good behind the wheel.  Then again, no one ever thinks that they are the cause of any problems on the highway – it’s always someone else being the idiot. That being said, I never flip the bird, nor do I drop f-bombs. However, I have been known to utter other colorful names like, oh, I dunno, “assface,” for instance. However, I do so politely. This makes all the difference, as far as I’m concerned. An example:

Nice job on not using the thank you wave, assface!

Sidenote: My two-year old daughter has just locked herself in the bathroom with the lights off in there. Super. Hold, please.

Right then. The removal of one door knob, and she’s been freed. That was a first.

As I was saying, there is power and grace is the proper application of the thank you wave. When it’s not used, I become agitated. I mean, seriously, how hard is it just to hold your hand up in the air and acknowledge that, hey, you appreciate the fact that a fellow driver allowed you to merge? If I could ever be so bold as to promote a cause on Facebook, it would be to educate others about the thank you wave.The symbol could be the back of a car and a hand being seen waving through the rear window. Very marketable!

My daughter just dropped my new necklace into a cup of Kool-Aid. It’s going to be one of those nights.

I can’t seem to stay on one train of thought.

Get excited, a pocket video camera showed up today and I am going to start using it for blog purposes. Had we had it figured out sooner, you could have seen us springing Lily from the downstairs bathroom moments ago. I know. You’re crushed. Next time, I promise.

Did I mention my daughter starts daycare next week for the first time ever? She does. Hooboy.

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Careful What You Wish For

Ooh dear. As I mentioned in my previous post, since I wasn’t enrolled in any English courses last week, I went ahead and waitlisted myself in five classes with the hopes that one would open. Last week, I believe my hold positions were as follows: 5, 7, 8, 11, and 13. Now, one instructor made it clear in his announcements that if we were waitlisted, we probably shouldn’t hold our breath, because he didn’t foresee many openings becoming available. No sweat – #13 dropped from the list. Fast forward to today. I’ve now been enrolled in two of the waitlisted classes, and the two remaining courses have me positioned as #4 and #5, respectively.

My intention was to enroll in only six hours per semester. Now, with the two English courses I’ve snagged, in addition to the Philosophy course I’ve been enrolled in all along, I’m in nine hours. And I want to take all of them! Argh.

This morning, I dropped another one of the waitlisted classes, because I knew if I wound up enrolled in it, I would have a hard time dropping it later. There are SO MANY classes that appeal to me, which is a good problem to have, all things considered.

So now, I’m in nine hours, I’m still waitlisted for one more class that I need to take in order to conquer one of my more major prerequisites, and I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to balance all of it.

And in unrelated news, yesterday I walked directly into a wall in front of a whole slew of coworkers. Slammed my face right into it. Sleep deprivation is awesome.

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Waitlisty Multitaskerson.

In my vain attempt to blindly register for classes, I failed to determine whether or not the English course I’d selected was in line with my major. I called the department to seek an answer, and was told that I would have to come in and meet with an advisor in order for the determination to be made.

Poop.

Let me say this: As an online student, I like to pretend that everything school-related can be done online. Not so, friends.

So, yesterday, upon arriving to work, I received my little online reminder that my advisor meeting was during my lunch hour, and  later in the morning when I went to check my paper calendar, I learned I’d left my planner at home. Super. Going to a meeting with an advisor with no calendar or note-takey thing.

Yet another sidenote: I just spent an inordinate amount of time outside in the hot sun wearing jeans, power walking to and from the central library from my office in order to boost my pedometer numbers. Forgive my use of phrases like “note-takey,” I may be suffering a tiny bit of heat stroke. SO HOT.

Anyway, I did manage to print off my unofficial transcript from the UCD website – a requirement for my meeting. Granted, I didn’t have a planner to slip it into beforehand, but I set it nearby for easy grabbing. When the clock struck noon (Do clocks really strike any more?), I grabbed the folded piece of paper, hauled myself into the parking garage and squealed out of there, intent on finding either an available parking space or a student-accessible lot. I had high hopes for neither.

Fortunately, fate decided to do me a favor and grant me 30 minutes of free street parking directly across from the light rail. I managed to arrive a few minutes ahead of time and the advisor was ready to sit down with me almost immediately. She requested my transcript and I proudly grabbed it out of my bag and opened it to hand it to her.

It was a recipe for couscous with mozzarella, tomatoes, and fresh basil. Haaaaaaaa. Grabbed the wrong thing off my desk. I was also meal planning earlier in the day, see. Whoops.

Fortunately,  my advisor was able to pull up my information on her laptop, and we were able to get down to business. She quickly clarified that no, the class I had enrolled in would not apply to my major (dammit), and at this point, all the online courses were closed. So, after learning about all of the classes I should enroll in going forward, I thanked her for her time, ran back to my car, and got back to work with 15 minutes to spare. This gave me time to log in and waitlist myself for five courses.

And now, the race is on to see which opens up first. In the meantime, I have since reunited with my planner and intend to make the couscous tomorrow. Did I mention I’m trying to lose forty pounds? I’m trying to lose forty pounds. Wish me luck. Oh, and if you want the recipe, let me know.

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