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let it be known that scheduling college courses is the root of all evil.
Never really thought I'd say this, but I envy high school students.
You guys think you've got it bad ironing out the kinks in your schedule, but at least you've got advisors who know your name and give even the slightest fuck where you end up. My advisor's response to the fact that my 8 am english class finishes ten minutes before my modern dance class starts on the other side of campus was "Walk fast." (Any of you who dance know that it'd be next to impossible for me to be prepared for class.)
gee, thanks.
so my english conflicts with my modern, which conflicts with DANC 125 -which isn't actually on my schedule, I have to go to the teacher to get it added. and the class isn't until tomorrow. which means i have to go to the history 103 class today so that i don't get dropped and then subsequently lose full time student status, even though Hist 103 wouldn't give me any credits toward my major. My spanish is too easy, so i have to go to the teacher this afternoon to get switched from 201 to 302 -by the way, these numbers? they make no sense. and ironically enough the only class that doesn't cause me any problems or even remotely conflict with anything else is women's studies -the one class that I couldn't care less about. joy.
and even more ironically the classes that ended up being the easiest to schedule were my ballet and modern. go figure. or maybe it's just that they're the one's causing the problems...
and to think, i get to do this all again in just a few short months.
i miss orientation.
okay, so all that shit aside it really is pretty awesome here. love the roommate, love the towers and I went to the brand new center for the arts here (where i'll undoubtedly will be spending exorbitant amounts of time) yesterday and it is just orgasmic. just...phew.
one last note before i split for the history class that counts for nothing -guess who has to buy pointe shoes for the first time in over four years???
yeah. my feet are already screaming in pain and protestation.
i'm psyched.
Never really thought I'd say this, but I envy high school students.
You guys think you've got it bad ironing out the kinks in your schedule, but at least you've got advisors who know your name and give even the slightest fuck where you end up. My advisor's response to the fact that my 8 am english class finishes ten minutes before my modern dance class starts on the other side of campus was "Walk fast." (Any of you who dance know that it'd be next to impossible for me to be prepared for class.)
gee, thanks.
so my english conflicts with my modern, which conflicts with DANC 125 -which isn't actually on my schedule, I have to go to the teacher to get it added. and the class isn't until tomorrow. which means i have to go to the history 103 class today so that i don't get dropped and then subsequently lose full time student status, even though Hist 103 wouldn't give me any credits toward my major. My spanish is too easy, so i have to go to the teacher this afternoon to get switched from 201 to 302 -by the way, these numbers? they make no sense. and ironically enough the only class that doesn't cause me any problems or even remotely conflict with anything else is women's studies -the one class that I couldn't care less about. joy.
and even more ironically the classes that ended up being the easiest to schedule were my ballet and modern. go figure. or maybe it's just that they're the one's causing the problems...
and to think, i get to do this all again in just a few short months.
i miss orientation.
okay, so all that shit aside it really is pretty awesome here. love the roommate, love the towers and I went to the brand new center for the arts here (where i'll undoubtedly will be spending exorbitant amounts of time) yesterday and it is just orgasmic. just...phew.
one last note before i split for the history class that counts for nothing -guess who has to buy pointe shoes for the first time in over four years???
yeah. my feet are already screaming in pain and protestation.
i'm psyched.