Current mood:

anxious

i am at work, trying to plan out my attack on transferring.

i got an appointment with a transfer counselor on the goddamned 10th of next month. that only leaves twenty days before the deadline for submission. this is unacceptable.

i get paid tomorrow. somehow i have to have enough money for my bills, and $110 for application fees. plus i am going to need to go up to davis and request official transcripts.

i am lucky. my epic fail at davis only brought me from a 3.8 to a 3.56. my grades won't be a factor in my admission.

i am fucking super terrified though, because of the budget cuts, and the lateness with which i am applying. i don't want to jump off any bridges, but i might have to if i get bent over one more time.


anyways. i have to take poetry and english fucking four next semester, and also either a drama or shakespeare class, but those might/probably won't be offered. i think shakespeare might have gotten nixed after kathy rosengren left, but i dunno. even the poetry might not be, as a hundred and goddamned thirty-two sections are being cut next semester.

i'll burn those bridges when i get to them.


i am half excited, and half pissed about having to go through the stress of transferring again, this time for real, since i am transferring behind a goddamn educational iron curtain, and i won't have anything nifty like a transfer agreement, and i will have to actually rely on my scholarly merit.


balls.