School has started back up. The class descriptions sound so harmless when I'm selecting my classes, and then the syllabus arrives. One of my classes is "College Writing". Why the heck do I need to give speeches, and upload them to YouTube for grading? College Writing; not College Speaking. That's just crazy!! Psychology seems OK so far. Tuesday is going to be the deciding factor for this semester - my first Anatomy and Physiology class. That's when I'll find out if all of the rumors are true. Do we, or do we not have to skin and dissect a cat? If we do, my next task will be to seek out a lab partner that's only in it for the postmortem examination of a dead feline. There is no way I'm dissecting anything - not even a smelly cat.
Back in the fall of 1991 (20 freaking years ago) I was 20 years old, head over heels in love with Jim, and not really caring about my education. Fast forward to Saturday, January 19, 2013 - I get mail from MATC; the "Academic Warning" letter. Initially, I read the letter and feel sick. I read the letter again and decide there's obviously an error. They meant to send me the "Academic Awesomeness" letter, but the MATC minions in charge of sending out letters must have pushed the wrong button. Then I feel sick all over again. The letter clearly states I earned a 4.0 for the Fall 2012 semester. I cannot wait to call the school on Monday morning. Monday morning comes, and they're closed for MLK day (and people complain about Hallmark holidays?). Tuesday morning came and I was ready to strike. Obviously, I was the first caller of the day. The lady couldn't have been any more chipper when she told me the news, and then my day was ruined. I did some research this morning. After this semester, I'll be off "warning" (as long as I get a 2.0 or better). That WILL NOT be a problem.
Some good news: Jim was able to fix the first floor TV. It took a bit of trial and error, but it was worth it.
I got my cut and color last night. The hair that has been falling out for the last six months (a side effect of the surgery) is growing back!!! I have adorable 1-inch pieces that stand up all over the place, reminding me of Brooke when she was a baby. As annoying as those baby hairs are, I welcome them. *sigh*
The more bad news: we had burst pipes when Jim and the kids got home from school yesterday, and now we have another hole in the wall to repair - after the plumber gets done with his business. That's not to mention all of the saturation we have in the basement.
Next week has got to be better, right?!?
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