and the papers want to know whose shirt you wear?
Where to begin?I know: The poll and comments are now working–I can’t explain or figure out why things just changed but with the help of Derek everything is in working order… for now.
On to the meat and potatos:
I’ve now applied for my official state license to be a teacher. How wrong is that? I know former teachers would say that it is divine justice. Hopefully in thirty days I’ll get the peice of paper that says that I sat through enough classes and spent enough money. I’ll add it to the collection.
My apartment has since grown quiter now, of course that comes with a saga: It had been past the three week mark, which I was told was the absolute latest time the new computer would arrive. So I call and harass the UO Bookstore and they call dell–and now they are saying that it won’t be here until the 17th at best, but most likely the 19th. As you can imagine, that didn’t make me to thrilled. So I tell them that I want the order number. I call Dell, of course, I can’t get a live person. So eventually, I find an option where I can find the UPS tracking number and I check that on the computer… keep in mind that this is about 1 in the afternoon. Well, loe and behold, it was recieved and signed for by the bookstore at 6:30 in the morning! So I call back saying that they already have the stinking computer–and they guy eventually says, “oh yeah, I guess we do.” But then I have to wait for them to process the computer…basically, to let the actual computer people know that it has arrived. So I wait, and wait, and wait, and wait… then just as I am about to call them back to harass them, they call me and said that they have already called for the computer to be brought from the bookstore wearhouse to the bookstore, it should be there by the time I drive in. but of course, I get there and… no computer. I assumed that I had got there a little bit before it. I was naive. So I wander and pace around the book store for 45 minutes. I ask the guy what was taking so long, he said that he doesn’t know because he called for it before he even talked to me. So I wonder and pace for another 45 minutes. Finally, the guy tracks me down wandering the bookstore to get me computer. I spent and hour and a half walking around the bookstore.
it kind of tainted my dorky nerd “new computer” thrill.
So here I am, I’m done with classes–I’m going to (hopefully) start on my thesis for my degree, do some bbq-ing and wait for Jess to come back from Bend.