What a long freakin’ day!! Today was the infamous Mass Comm Pre-Registration day. Oh how I loathe these things. For anyone who doesn’t know how it works, we basically split ALL of the Mass Comm majors into two separate groups. Those who have 80 credits or below and those who have 80 credits and above.
One a Monday morning those with 80+ credits show up, precisely at the ass-crack of dawn…7am! We then line up, single-file mind you, by the total credits we have earned thus far. Then we are allowed to walk along a table and put our names on the class roster of the classes we want to take the next semester. Then you’re done. That’s right, the actual process…takes like 38 seconds…43 if you stop to sneeze or scratch yourself inappropriately.
Those with 80 or less credits…well these people are basically just Mass Comm wannabes…we’ve all been there. They show up on Wednesday morning when there are a total of like 4 spots left for any Mass Comm classes the next semester and they go through the same process. However, the poor bastards who get no classes…they get to sign up on the WAITING LIST for classes that are full and if someone drops…and you’re next on the waiting list…you’re in. Granted if you’re the 8th name on a waiting list…hell if you’re the 2nd name on a waiting list…you should usually look at taking up another minor…how do you think I ended up with Creative Writing and Speech Comm?
Well basically…now that you know the drill, here’s how my day started. I pulled my ass out of bed at 5:45am…yeah, that time actually exists. I ate some breakfast…started my car…bitched to the cats about how cold it was…brushed my teeth…threw on some presentable attire…and out the door I went at 6:30am. It takes about 1/2 an hour to drive to school…park…and walk in.
Then I sat in the hallway of the temporary Mass Comm office (read: basement of the PA building) and proceeded to mingle with some of my Mass Comm homies…like Michelle, Lindsey, short chick, kinda blonde chick, hairy guy and David. Oh good times were had by all.
Then I went to work until noon. Nothing to report about at work. Just a long boring day in the ERC. Then I had a test…took me five minutes. That’s either a good five minutes or a really, REALLY bad five minutes. Let’s hope for the former on this one! After that I finally got to hang out with Mlady…the lovely young woman in my bio picture…and that was fun. Then I went to night class where Lindsey, Harrison and Captain Charisma (that’s me) enjoyed the mindless musings of some aspiring writers and then a good ole workshop session. After that the Quickster (horrible nickname…but I’m good at those!) and I met up with Tom to work on a story for the Reporter. Yeah…that’s about it.
Then I came home, realized I forgot to pick-up Kleenexes, so I walked down to the gas station…lovely night for a walk. Snagged some Kleenexes, a powerball ticket and a chicken salad sammitch and walked home. Ate my sammitch. Fed the katts. Ate some brownies. Typed in my blog (read: girly play-by-play boring ass diary)…
The time is now 12:30ish in the AM…so I’ve been up for um…well awhile…I’m not exactly a math major. But I do know this…Terry Davis…likes my writing. He dropped the N-Word* in relation to a piece of my work tonight…and I was stoked. But anyway…enough of the tangent…I’ve been up for 143 hours and it’s time for beddy-bye.
…and apologize to both of you who read this!
*N-Word refers to “NOVEL”