chicago is lame-o
so, orientation at columbia sucked. so bad. i am soo sooooo glad matt went with me, or i might still be crying in the middle of dowtown chicago, looking for the "600 building."
the director of the interpreting program and i didn't quite see eye to eye on where i should be placed within her program. she placed me into sign 4, which for those of you geniuses out there, is three classes after the beginning of the effing program. yeah. so after 2 crazy intense years of interpreter training at lcc, she thinks i should start at sign 4. sick. also, columbia is the most expensive school, EVER. so a semester's wirth of tuition and housing will set you back about 12 G's. i know, right? so, as you can see, i can't really afford to start over with this program. suck.
currently, i have made my final plea to the director of the program, and am waiting patiently to hear back from her about whether or not she'll move me up at least one freaking semester. cuz if not, i think my hopes and dreams of chicago-dom have been crushed.
so now i am decidedly bummed about the whole situation. also, i again am stuck with no where to live ina month. which would be no problem if i had to energy to work my butt off to find a place. but you see, i just did that. i have been working my butt off to make columbia happen, only to be thwarted a week before classes start. so now i am tired of figuring out where i will be for the next few months, as i was quite happy with my old plan. if anyone has any bright ideas on what the heck i should do now, lay 'em on me. (unless they include working at the mall or living with a tortoise.)
on the upside, my horrible, awful, good-for-nothing, very bad day did, once again, prove to show me how great matt is. i was so bummed and crabby and sad and he was nothing but helpful and supportive and encouraging. i honestly don't know if i would have found my way around or gotten through the day without him there to hold my hand. he's cute, and i like him a lot.
the director of the interpreting program and i didn't quite see eye to eye on where i should be placed within her program. she placed me into sign 4, which for those of you geniuses out there, is three classes after the beginning of the effing program. yeah. so after 2 crazy intense years of interpreter training at lcc, she thinks i should start at sign 4. sick. also, columbia is the most expensive school, EVER. so a semester's wirth of tuition and housing will set you back about 12 G's. i know, right? so, as you can see, i can't really afford to start over with this program. suck.
currently, i have made my final plea to the director of the program, and am waiting patiently to hear back from her about whether or not she'll move me up at least one freaking semester. cuz if not, i think my hopes and dreams of chicago-dom have been crushed.
so now i am decidedly bummed about the whole situation. also, i again am stuck with no where to live ina month. which would be no problem if i had to energy to work my butt off to find a place. but you see, i just did that. i have been working my butt off to make columbia happen, only to be thwarted a week before classes start. so now i am tired of figuring out where i will be for the next few months, as i was quite happy with my old plan. if anyone has any bright ideas on what the heck i should do now, lay 'em on me. (unless they include working at the mall or living with a tortoise.)
on the upside, my horrible, awful, good-for-nothing, very bad day did, once again, prove to show me how great matt is. i was so bummed and crabby and sad and he was nothing but helpful and supportive and encouraging. i honestly don't know if i would have found my way around or gotten through the day without him there to hold my hand. he's cute, and i like him a lot.