remindmeofthe | (no subject)

It is August twenty-first, and classes at USM start September second. I just finished registering and accumulating further debt in the name of education. How's that for last minute action?

I didn't entirely do it on purpose - today was the orientation. It started at wtf-thirty (look, eight-thirty is too EARLY for anything school-related that isn't a class, okay?), which is a bit earlier than I am accustomed to. How not to attend an orientation: on five hours' sleep (for the third day in a row) with no breakfast and a big coffee. It's time for me to face it. I'm twenty-five. Excessive sleep deprivation has ceased to be an interesting exercise in testing my limits. Now it just sucks.

But anyway! Classes. I'm so excited. I'd pretty much taken all the good classes at SMCC and I was getting bored there. (And my grades were showing it, oops.) I am not yet qualified for any of the really awesome classes available for English majors, but that's only a semester away. I just gotta take one more frigging class about how to analyze literature, which is something I do regularly for FUN so I think I'm all set there, and then I can start the cool stuff. Even so, though, I still get to take fun classes, like Acting for Non-Actors, Fiction - the Genre (which sounds like a low-rent sequel, but never mind), and another one I can't remember because my brain did not exist by the time I got to scheduling. The English department chair, who was there to advise on schedules, was really impressed that I'd finished mine more or less on my own. (Then he had to coach me on filling out a really basic form, because my blood sugar was in the basement and I'd kind of forgotten things like how to write words, but these things happen.) Three of my classes are the once-a-week ones, but that's what happens when you register less then two weeks before classes start. I'm just grateful I wasn't stuck with completely random shit that had nothing to do with anything.

By the way, I'm so happy I can officially say I'm majoring in English now. I can finally stop explaining about how I'm in Liberal Studies at the moment, because it's the closest to an English major that blah blah blah. ENGLISH. MAJOR. NOW QUALIFIED TO BE TOTALLY PRETENTIOUS WITH NO WARNING WHATSOEVER. FUCK YEAH.

So after that, I had food. I know you were worried. I had an egg salad wrap and overly sweet lemonade, which I guess were light enough to be acceptable after being hungry so long, because I didn't get sick. I really don't know why I wrote that last sentence. I'm still tired and probably not making with the sense in the traditional idea of the word. Anyway, I went to financial aid to borrow money, and the lady who helped me was awesome. She was really sarcastically perky and helpful and we both ended up laughing as I was leaving the office, whch is probably a nice change for someone who works in the financial aid department.

Then I got to go home, and technically I live within walking distance of campus, which is nice, but the walk home involves a hike up the steepest fucking hill in all of Maine, which is not so fun. And now I'm looking at the semester schedule, and check this out: We have Election Day off entirely! I have never heard of that before, but it is so awesome. It will give me time to do something to celebrate voting for Obama, instead of just trying to squeeze it into my day like I had to four years ago. (Well, every year, I haven't missed a year since I turned eighteen, but it's only my second Presidential Election Day.) So I'm excited about that, too.

So! Now all I have to do is figure out a decent work schedule and force myself to remember that just because I can designate a day or half-day available for work doesn't mean I should. I'm not in community college anymore. USM is going to be more work, and I'm putting myself deeper into debt than I might otherwise so I can AVOID having to work too much and be able to focus on classes. I even signed up for the mentor program. Gotta keep more organized and in touch.