Well, I guess I am taking the semester off. I am not going to take any immediate blame for my lack of planning and missing my registration date, but blame it all on the budget cuts and the university having to cancel a crap load of classes. Because, in all honesty, in past semesters, there were always a whole bunch of me’s in the class, but they all got in. But this semester dammit, there’s just no chance.
So, I am officially throwing up the white flag. OK, OK, not quite yet, I still am emailing professors, begging for leniency, offering my first born, and hell, even my second born too. So, we’ll see if they feel sorry enough for me to add me into their classes. I really won’t know until next week. But, at this point, I’m walking around with my tail in between my legs saying “woe-is-me.”
I honestly hate not going to school. This is one of the only things that I do for me and just me. My hatred for this whole debacle of a semester has me even looking at other sorts of “schools.” Just so I don’t lose my passion for learning.
Let’s see I’ve looked at culinary schools, massage therapy schools, bartender schools and even esthetician schools. Yes, I know that those are all a little off topic, but who says I was ever on topic? This is what I call being well-rounded.
Can’t I just know a little bit of everything?
Ok, but seriously, if these schools weren’t so awfully priced, I may actually be serious about going to one of them.
All I’m saying is that no one can complain with my erratic educational behavior. Sometimes it really is out of my control.
