today has not been good. i am on leave of absence from school because i had mono at the beginning of the semester. well, advanced registration for classes for fall is in a few weeks, and i have to figure out how to do this. i don't want to lose my status as second semester senior and not be able to get the classes that i want, but it is difficult for me to drive seven hours just to show up and hand them a piece of paper. not to mention that i need to get the form, fill it out, and get my advisor to sign it.
so i called the school today. academic services transferred me to the registrar's office, where some very nice secretary tried her best to help me, but eventually gave up and transferred me to some head registrar person. this woman was very rude and mean to me. she said it's my problem to get down there to register, that there are plenty of people on leave who can take a day out of their schedules to show up for one day. i find this totally ridiculous. i swallowed back the tears, thanked her for her help (yeah right) and hung up.
then i burst into tears of frustration and anger and failure. i freaked out for a bit, posted to asd, and then fought with my school's dysfunctional webpage for my advisor's phone number or email address. i managed to get her email address, and i wrote her explaining my plight. i got a very nice reply from her, and she's going to call them on my behalf tomorrow and see if she can work something out, and if not, we'll figure out where to go from there.
she raised a very good point that because i am a last semester senior, that a lot of professors will probably be fairly cooperative about force adding me to their classes if i can't get there for advanced registration. i need one class to fulfill my requirements, and my advisor teaches one that would fit that, so that's no problem. the class that i really want is the creative writing poetry class, and i have already taken a class with that professor, and we got along well. i think she would force add me if i went to her early enough about it. other than that i just need any three classes that i can get.
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trouble himself goes to the vet tomorrow morning to get checked out and tested for horrible diseases. he sure seems healthy, but it will be good to know for sure. and then he will be able to run around the house and get himself in trouble, and probably beat up by d's cat, who hissed at him earlier.
he is also going to get his very first collar. a purple one i think. won't he just be thrilled to no end. i hope he gets used to it without forgetting how to walk.
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kitten haiku i wrote earlier:
fingers bitten, scratched.
white mitten kitten interest
in my ham sandwich.
kitten jump attack:
grey thunder bolt of soft fur
claws my wiggling toes.
innocense in sleep
warm purring body curled up
atop my belly.
"you know that it sounds childish
that you've dreamt of alligators"
r.e.m.
snacks: fluffernutter sandwiches, cool ranch doritos
noise: a freaky movie on abc called "satan's school for girls"
paper: push, sapphire (okay so i haven't actually started it yet, but i keep meaning to)
![[me and sam]](/journal/images/meandsam.jpg)