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But all of a sudden I understand. You know that moment when you understand?
You realize maybe you're the asshole.
But you're the passionate asshole.
-Alix Olson
I fixed stuff on the FAFSA, wrote to my prof about my incomplete, am actually going to make it up, handed in a petition to housing yesterday begging them to let me stay for the fall, today I'm mailing student verification to my insurance company, I made a counseling appointment on-campus for Monday. I need to clear up the incomplete ASAHP because if I DO get approved for fall housing (which I think I will) I can't participate in room selection unless my spring semester finances are in order and my TAP won't go through until I get rid of that incomplete and my mom will pay the extra but not before all my financial aid is straightened out.
I have my Nazi class in half an hour and you want to know something sad? I don't even want to go. Maybe because I rarely go to this class and I think she knows because I like to sit near the front but if I sit towards the back I can't hear as well and that makes me want to go even less. I'm behind in the readings, needless to say. But I'll catch up. I always do. I also missed Spanish yesterday, but that was only the second or third time and I was busy with housing people and he doesn't take attendance. Neither does the Nazi prof.. I can't remember the last time I went to Math; his lectures just confuse me. He doesn't take attendance either. But good news-I got an A on my first midterm and feel really good about my first paper. 3 midterms and 1 paper next week.
I will be going home tomorrow afternoon and returning sometime Sunday. Danny is home on spring break and I plan to force him to hang out with me. In addition to studying for midterms (in theory). Next weekend is the Latin American Film Festival at Cinema Arts, which I get extra credit in Spanish for going to; Becka is possibly/probably? visiting NY and/or me; I-CON.
Oh, I just remembered my mom makes Irish soda bread sometimes, and almost always cabbage and um that salty meat that starts with a "B"? for St. Patrick's Day. That may not sound too tasty, but trust me when I say it is. Ah, crap, I have to take my meds.
You realize maybe you're the asshole.
But you're the passionate asshole.
-Alix Olson
I fixed stuff on the FAFSA, wrote to my prof about my incomplete, am actually going to make it up, handed in a petition to housing yesterday begging them to let me stay for the fall, today I'm mailing student verification to my insurance company, I made a counseling appointment on-campus for Monday. I need to clear up the incomplete ASAHP because if I DO get approved for fall housing (which I think I will) I can't participate in room selection unless my spring semester finances are in order and my TAP won't go through until I get rid of that incomplete and my mom will pay the extra but not before all my financial aid is straightened out.
I have my Nazi class in half an hour and you want to know something sad? I don't even want to go. Maybe because I rarely go to this class and I think she knows because I like to sit near the front but if I sit towards the back I can't hear as well and that makes me want to go even less. I'm behind in the readings, needless to say. But I'll catch up. I always do. I also missed Spanish yesterday, but that was only the second or third time and I was busy with housing people and he doesn't take attendance. Neither does the Nazi prof.. I can't remember the last time I went to Math; his lectures just confuse me. He doesn't take attendance either. But good news-I got an A on my first midterm and feel really good about my first paper. 3 midterms and 1 paper next week.
I will be going home tomorrow afternoon and returning sometime Sunday. Danny is home on spring break and I plan to force him to hang out with me. In addition to studying for midterms (in theory). Next weekend is the Latin American Film Festival at Cinema Arts, which I get extra credit in Spanish for going to; Becka is possibly/probably? visiting NY and/or me; I-CON.
Oh, I just remembered my mom makes Irish soda bread sometimes, and almost always cabbage and um that salty meat that starts with a "B"? for St. Patrick's Day. That may not sound too tasty, but trust me when I say it is. Ah, crap, I have to take my meds.