Big news and how I got there.
So. I just got into college. That's a very strange feeling indeed.
I've been waiting for those papers to fall into my mailbox for almost a month now, and I've spent the past year thinking about it, and really wanting to go, and when I saw them my first reaction was to think, "no, no, I've changed my mind!"
5½ years since I last had to think about notes, or a school bag, or folders, or anything remotely school related. And every time I tried in the past, I failed. To say I'm scared would be the understatement that ate Cleveland.
But at the same time I'm excited. I'm turning over a new leaf, and I've felt so bored and stagnant this past year so a new challenge is very welcome. Besides, I'm so sick of my dead-end job and there's only one way I'll have the option to do something else. Something more.
I'm actually kind of surprised I got in, considering the slap-dash way I applied. As usual, I had to wait until the last minute to fill out the forms and write the application - and let me be the first to say that I know that habit doesn't bode well for my future as a student. Not only that, but I also waited until that day to hook up my printer. Soo stupid.
So I wrote the application and then started hooking things up. Wires went in and out, I felt fairly confident that I knew what I was doing, but had some real troubles getting those ink cartridges to fit. So I abandoned that for the time being and turned it on, just to see if it actually worked. That's when it asked for the software cd. "CD?!" I thought, slightly panicky. I didn't remember seeing any cd around, but having had the printer for almost a year it is indeed very possible that I have it somewhere. Ok, no problem. I'd just download the software. I've seen it done.
My keyboard chose that exact moment to die on me. I was two heartbeats away from physically shaking the screen and going, "No, not now, not now!" Meanwhile, the clock was ticking. I had to be at work at 3, and I had hoped to drop off the application personally, but seeing as I had actually managed to procrastinate until about 11.30, this hope was waning.
Ok, new plan: I'd email the application to my own address, then rush over to the library and get it printed.
-- You can't do that when you can't type your email address! Argh! Ok, so I'd have to go all '90's on the process and save it to a disc. I probably would've done that anyway, just as a backup, considering my luck that day. I finished the forms, got ready for work and went to the library, hoping they'd let me stick a disc in their machine. That didn't turn out to be a problem and I got my copies and everything.
By now it was 2.25 so I went to the post-office to mail it. Of course there was a line from hell and back. I stood there stepping on my own toes for 10 endless minutes and lucked out getting a very nice lady behind the counter to verify that my applications had actually been sent in time. It being the last possible day, that seemed like a good idea. And hey, it worked. I'm in. And I made it to work on time. What a day.
So, uhm. I think I'll get Alex to hook up my printer. And preferably before I start school.