Earworm & School Nonsense & Kids

Wow—this is an ear­worm first for me. So I’ll share it.

I like traf­fic lights,
I like traf­fic lights,
I like traf­fic lights,
No mat­ter where they’ve been.

Now that I’ve been need­less­ly cru­el…There’s a huge mos­qui­to hawk on the wall in front of my desk. I’ll leave it, in case any skeeters get in.

I’m absolute­ly gid­dy with the rel­a­tive lack of pain. It’s tempt­ing to get up and do every­thing I’ve been want­i­ng to do and haven’t been able to, but I know I’ll crash bad­ly if I do that. But it’s tempting!

So I’ll be drop­ping some class­es. I have to fig­ure out which ones. Ancient his­to­ry, unfor­tu­nate­ly, will be one—but I absolute­ly want to take it in the fall. I want to keep the com­put­er class, even though it’s on Mon­day evenings, sim­ply because the pro­fes­sor is so cool. I need to find out if the reg­is­tra­tion for the online geog­ra­phy class at Ken­ne­saw ever went through—it’s been in lim­bo. Because it would be way eas­i­er, phys­i­cal­ly, than any face-to-face class. And they did­n’t start until this week, so I would­n’t have missed much at all.

I real­ly don’t want to drop the TCOM class. I’m very depressed about that. But it’s a real­ly com­pressed course, just five weeks, and I’ve prob­a­bly missed too much. But I am going to try to work out some­thing with the pro­fes­sor anyway.

I sent a fair­ly scathing let­ter to the VP of stu­dent enroll­ment and ser­vices yes­ter­day about the finan­cial aid runaround. They’re STILL screw­ing me over, and I’m just done with it. I had called him before and got no action, so this time it’s a letter-I also faxed a copy to the direc­tor of finan­cial aid. Most of the finan­cial aid peo­ple were in meet­ings for much of today. I hope to hear actu­al results tomor­row sometime.

See, since last week the peo­ple in the FA office have been telling me that noth­ing, absolute­ly noth­ing, can hap­pen until I have the let­ter that was snail-mailed to me in my hands. Noth­ing. Then the FA direc­tor want­ed to know why I had­n’t come in to accept my awards, or done so on the web. 1) I haven’t been giv­en the abil­i­ty to do so on the web—I’ve checked. 2) I was told not to come in until I got that let­ter in the mail. Well, at any time, the staff there could have print­ed out anoth­er copy of the award and had me sign a form, and then I would have had mon­ey in my hands this week. Now it’ll be at least anoth­er week. They lied, outright.

We bor­rowed cop­per­scale’s son today. He’s grown into a tru­ly inter­est­ing and pleas­ant per­son in the past few years. He and Katie have been swim­ming and now they’re going through all the games we’ve got around here. They say they’ll go back out­side again after it cools off a bit.