Alas I tell you.
So my mood improved remarkably the other night when to my delight the class I have been waiting to appear all summer finally appeared on its site.
Alas, it is more expensive than I hoped it would be.
But! I had training today for my shiny new second job, with plenty of offered hours and opprtunities for little bits of extra paid training time here and there.
Alas, it is late at night on Monday evenings all the way down at Navy Pier.
But! I have Monday nights free and off...no kinks in that schedule.
It almost works out amazingly perfectly, five sessions on Monday nights, ends about two weeks before I leave.
Alas, now we find the rub. It goes until 10pm. Apparently, as the discussions with my parents have gone, a young white female travelling by herself may not even THINK about taking public transportation after 10pm. Regardless of it being the safest of the El lines, or that I coudl even take the metra instead of the El, and the fact that other people do have to do it. I do understand this safety issue. I am just also very stubborn and was so looking forward to this class. Driving is not really a better option because of the time involved (downtown traffic at 6pm, hooboy) and parking fees (though I would put up with both of these).
A cab would run me about $50.
This makes me want to cry and scream in frustration. I promised myself not to get hung up on money as an obstacle for myself this summer in pursuing everythgin I woudl like to do before I leave. Fine, great, taking care of that, understanding the consequences along the way, building up a little credit.
To have this knock me down in my endeavors though...ARGH.
Not only did I promise myself I would take this class, I also promised the instructor (if he remembers that I will be suitably impressed, but we did have a fun conversation about it).
Most of me wants to just go and to hell with concerns, The rest of me thinks concern for living is a viable reason for hesitation.
How in the world am I going to do this?
The limit is 12 students, I need to think fast or let it go slowly.
...
I still don't think 10pm is too late to be taking the subway.
Someone give me magical powers.
(By the way, I am writing this entry on a Mac laptop, which I take great delight in carrying with me all over the hous just to see that YES! The wireless conection is indeed fantastic and Macs are clearly superior beings. Now if the Mac could get me to Navy Pier...perhaps becoming a flying carpet or something...I would truely welcome our new Macintosh overlords).
Alas, it is more expensive than I hoped it would be.
But! I had training today for my shiny new second job, with plenty of offered hours and opprtunities for little bits of extra paid training time here and there.
Alas, it is late at night on Monday evenings all the way down at Navy Pier.
But! I have Monday nights free and off...no kinks in that schedule.
It almost works out amazingly perfectly, five sessions on Monday nights, ends about two weeks before I leave.
Alas, now we find the rub. It goes until 10pm. Apparently, as the discussions with my parents have gone, a young white female travelling by herself may not even THINK about taking public transportation after 10pm. Regardless of it being the safest of the El lines, or that I coudl even take the metra instead of the El, and the fact that other people do have to do it. I do understand this safety issue. I am just also very stubborn and was so looking forward to this class. Driving is not really a better option because of the time involved (downtown traffic at 6pm, hooboy) and parking fees (though I would put up with both of these).
A cab would run me about $50.
This makes me want to cry and scream in frustration. I promised myself not to get hung up on money as an obstacle for myself this summer in pursuing everythgin I woudl like to do before I leave. Fine, great, taking care of that, understanding the consequences along the way, building up a little credit.
To have this knock me down in my endeavors though...ARGH.
Not only did I promise myself I would take this class, I also promised the instructor (if he remembers that I will be suitably impressed, but we did have a fun conversation about it).
Most of me wants to just go and to hell with concerns, The rest of me thinks concern for living is a viable reason for hesitation.
How in the world am I going to do this?
The limit is 12 students, I need to think fast or let it go slowly.
...
I still don't think 10pm is too late to be taking the subway.
Someone give me magical powers.
(By the way, I am writing this entry on a Mac laptop, which I take great delight in carrying with me all over the hous just to see that YES! The wireless conection is indeed fantastic and Macs are clearly superior beings. Now if the Mac could get me to Navy Pier...perhaps becoming a flying carpet or something...I would truely welcome our new Macintosh overlords).