school woes

In which I await Godot

~ Bon Steele ~ 10 Comments

I hate waiting.  (/inigo)
I hate waiting on other people. I especially hate waiting on other people when what they are (apparently not!) doing directly affects my own life.

 

"Time is very slow for those who wait..." -Shakespeare

Dear Texas State University,

If you could, you know, hurry up and let me know if I can haz a degree program? That’d be awesome.

Love,
~me

If you can’t tell, I am totally going for an English degree. It’s cause I am good with words and stuff.

The truth is I love words. I love reading them. I love writing them. I love finding out all about them. This is beneficial, as I will apparently be spending quite a bit of time doing all three. That is, if I’m ever accepted.
I wonder if it would help if I go up and poke the admission counselors with a stick?

Probably not.

I’ve actually had a couple of people ask me what I am going to do with an English degree.
Excuse me? Were you trying to be obnoxious or did it just come out that way?
Who asks that sort of thing?

OBNX PEOPLE:  “What job are you going to get with that degree? Aren’t you concerned you’ll be stuck in a McDonald’s somewhere, asking if they want fries with that?”  *hyuck hyuck hyuck*
(Actual question. True story.)

Why sure, I am. Mostly, its because I am concerned because the job market is so poor, right now. Many people are having trouble getting jobs. Not just us word geeks.

As for an English degree being useless?

I bite my thumb at you, sir.

 

 

 

 

What do you think on that sort of unsolicited advice?  Do you find it common? Is it something that you would do? Why or why not?

Crankypants: A Song of Fever & Cramps

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These...are my Crankypants!!

 

Fair Warning – parts of this particular entry are gross.

 

 

 

 

 

 

To get the full effect, say the above picture caption in the same manner as Ash from “Army of Darkness”.

 

 

Please send soup. And Midol.

Halloween weekend and night were awesome.  However, I apparently contracted the Venusian Death cold sometime during it. I have become a walking, talking snot-factory. Cough, wheeze, snork, hork, and sneeze. It is far more fun than any human should be allowed. /sarcasm
On top of that, my EUPHIMISM DETECTED! showed up, approximately five days late.
May I just say that sneezing while your bodily is busily doing uterine demolition work? So.not.recommended.

~bleah~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On a related note, my thinking and creative abilities are dead. They’ve been suffocated by the vast amounts of nose goo.

OK – not entirely true. I do have a little cognitive ability not muffled by a layer of mucous. Unfortunately, I have to use it to do laundry. Also? I must call the University to find out WHY their application status check web page sucks gangrenous donkey schlong. Because it does. It sucks and I hate them. Hate, hate, hate.
No, wait.
LOATHE ENTIRELY.

I just want to find out if I was accepted for the Spring semester. The provided “check it yerself” web-app doesn’t work. It just pretends to load and pretends to load and pretends to load….

I am not asking too much, am I? I’d like to think that I am a shoo-in, academically speaking. Not being able to check is making me a touch crazy, though. I hate not knowing.

Feh. I am going to go make yet another cup of tea and then kill some zombies. Maybe blasting hordes of undead will make me feel better.  At the very least, it will be something to do while I wait in endless “your call is important to us, please stay on the line” hell.

Disco, Iguanas and Thundercats. This post has EVERYTHING.

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As you all may – or hell, may not know –  I have been attending college for the last three years. Big whoopies, some of you may say. I retort with: I started my educational career when I was thirty-eight. (38!!)   

I realize that most people do this sort of thing when they are younger, have more stamina, less children, a greater capacity for beer, what-have-you. But, being me – that is to say, dense – I did a whole bunch of living before starting undergraduate studies. While I do have some regrets about not going to college right out of high school – I mean, who DOESN’T want to live on campus, study continuously,  and yet party like a rock star every night*? 

Most of the time, I am all right with the decisions I have made and the weird assortment of jobs that I have had**.

The upshot of all this is that I am approaching my final hours for my Associates (woooo, Associates of Art in English ~METAL HORNS~) and am now contemplating the Big Question.

What in the heck do I ~DO~ with this degree? Or, more succinctly: Now What?

Up until recently, I had assumed that I was going to go on and get my Bachelors, and then Masters Degrees.  (Spellcheck wants “degrees” capitalized?) However, recent financial events have made me question that assumption. Suddenly, it has become Very Important*** that more dollars flow from my doings. Full time gig, HOOO****!

I’m not saying that getting your education and working full time are mutually exclusive. People do it all the time. I just don’t know if I can do it. I guess I am going to find out, though. Because, I (re)submitted my application, my transcripts, and the blood of a virgin iguana to Texas State University. As you do.

Say what to the who, now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, if I can get a counselor to actually speak to me about what and how many of my multitudinous hours are actually going to transfer and apply, that’d be like super awesome, dude.
&.& (<- my daughter, who is far cooler than I, assures me that is an eye roll.)

Meanwhile, I continue with the job search. I have hours lined up at the community college for Spring semester, in case something goes completely pear-shaped at the university. I don’t really anticipate a problem (3.5 overall GPA, ~METAL HORNS~, again) but you never know.

 

 

 

 

* – All those movies are accurate, right?
** – I have driven a taxi cab, worked as a house mom, put in driveways, done general demolition work, been a dog groomer, done tech support, technical writing & quality assurance on software. Those are *some* of the jobs that I have held since I passed twenty years old.
*** – I turn into Pooh the Bear when I write journal entries, I notice.
**** – Of course, this is assuming that I can FIND a full time gig. The economy, she sucks.