So, I'm in my third semester of grad school, and somehow we're already registering for classes for the spring. And I have quite a few credits. As in...I have more credits than probably 2/3 of the people in our school.
And yet. And YET. Somehow, I managed to get only one class. ONE fucking class out of the five that seemed reasonable for me to take. There really aren't any other classes that I can/should take for my future career, and I don't know what I'm going to do. I put myself on the waitlist for 2 classes, but I'm #2 and #7 for those classes. I'm just really upset about all this. :(
In other news...I had an awesome time last night being social. Indian food (YUM) with
triskellita,
minervacat, and
rageprufrock. It makes me feel cool to hang out with people who share my (dorky) interests - fanfiction, doctor who...you know, important things.
Anyways. I'm going to just sit and cry about my lack of a class schedule for the spring. I'd say that I'd eat chocolate cake to make myself feel better...but I already ate it when the available spaces for classes started to slip away.
(and p.s., i've been writing fic again. the office fic. want to see it? go
here)