Helloz.
I’m at my desk right now in the ever thrilling and electrifying Academic Computing Department. I’m supposed to be writing some kind of a user’s manual for some kind of new software (clearly I possess ample knowledge for the creation of this manual…), but I legit cannot stay awake doing it soOoOo I’m taking a break.
Life has, of course, been extraordinarily eventful and magical lately. Highlights of the week have been:
-Getting out of my 3-hour Monday night seminar in time for Gossip Girl
-Using multiple promotional codes to get an entirely free set of prints from Snapfish
-Signing up to take a three hour Test of Writing Competency on Friday night so that West Chester will let me become an English teacher.
-Finishing the user’s manual for our new set of scanners at work (lolz, goooood luck to everyone using those…)
-Creating Bingo Boards for all of my classes using the commonly used vocabulary of each professor—the only effective method I have found so far for staying remotely conscious in any of my classes.
……….I could go on and on, but I don’t want anyone to enviously implode with how much they wish they had my life.
Another awesome event this week was that my laptop computer—Winthrop, as he is affectionately called—DIED on Saturday. So obviously I had multiple nervous breakdowns and was preparing to sign up for a set of bereavement sessions to try to ease the goodbye, as well as sign up for a bunk in the local homeless shelter since paying for a new computer would pretty much fully do me in financially. SO, I was pretty much resigned to this course of action, but as a last ditch effort I decided to bring my computer to work on Monday. I work alongside many computer savvy individuals (do NOT ask me how I got hired), and I was hoping that somebody here could find a way to resuscitate poor Winthrop. WELL, I mentioned it to a fellow at work who I completely adore and have a major crush on (well, I do now, anyway), and, as I watch breathlessly, he picks up my poor lifeless computer and does all this magical smoke-and-mirrors handiwork involving the battery and the power cord and the fan and the power button, and just totally goes wild doing things I would never have even a clue to to try doing. AND SUDDENLY, I hear the familiar, soothing hum of Winthrop waking up, and his lights start blinking and his fan starts whirring and I PRACTICALLY START SOBBING AND ALMOST SUBJECT MY BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL COWORKER TO A TEARFUL MAKE OUT SESSION TO CONVEY MY ETERNAL GRATITUDE. But I managed to restrain, and instead just let out an emotional yelp and clapped him gratefully on the back, and which I’m sure, if asked, he would have chosen as the preferable course of action anyway. But it was a SERIOUSLY GREAT MOMENT, because I had pretty much resigned myself to eternal bad luck and a life of destitution, and I was so RELIEVED that, in this particular situation, things were redeemed.
In other news, I am getting a new senior citizen buddy (R.I.P. Helen) tomorrow, and I also joined the Best Buddies program. Which officially brings my senior citizen/handicapped friend quota to a tie with my real life school friend quota! ::high fives self:: ::begins silently weeping:: Great times. But I actually am excited about it, and hopefully my senior citizen buddy will be as much of a badass as Helen was. Doubtful, but maybe.
In OTHER other news, we had a new poem assignment for my sweet poetry workshop, which was to write a poem that ties in some way with a fairy tale or myth. As much as I—and you, I’m sure—love when I post poems on here, mine was seriously SUCH A TRAVESTY OF WRITING that I honestly hope I never, ever see it again. I was so disappointed too, because it’s a pretty sweet assignment. But literally, all my ideas were terrible and I could not write even two lines together that sounded remotely not horrible. And unfortunately it’s a workshop class, so we’re going to be reading aloud and critiquing all the poems. And everybody was already totally mean about my last poem, (“I feel that this belongs more in a Dr. Seuss book, and less in a college level poetry course…”) so who even KNOWS what kind of verbal and emotional abuse I will be forced to face this time.
Up. Setting.
As far as The Big Transfer goes, I’m submitting applications and sending transcripts and getting affairs in order as we speak. But I’m STRUGGLING as far as pros and cons and making a concrete decision goes, because for every pro that I can think of for transferring, there is also a practical pro for NOT transferring, and for every con I can think of to staying here, there’s also a con for leaving. DIFFICULT TIMES. So I’ve started this new method of pro-con list making, where instead of just having simple pros and cons, I also rate each pro or con on a five point scale of how important it is, and add up the totals for each list. Even so……no concrete decision has been made, so we shall see what we shall seeee.
Shmookayy well I guess it’s time to get back to my exhilarating user’s guide. Hope life and September are treating you well. BYE.
