of thwarted plans and migraines
I'm pretty sure all of us has experienced this.
Watching your plans crumble to pieces, I mean. You know this feeling, right? You're expecting something, and you have the next month planned out. Sure, you have a plan B and C (maybe even a D), but, somehow, when you see Plan A gets slapped back in your face, it kinda gets disorienting.
I woke up at 7 a.m. with my migraine from last night still pounding on my skull. So I go back to sleep. I wake up again at 8 (That means I slept for 12 hours! Whoa!). Then at 9. Then at 10:30, and, finally, at 11:30. If I hadn't set a lunch date, I probably wouldn't have gotten up, still. I hate migraines.
After my 30-minute lunch at KFC (to match the 30 minutes I stood in line). I was walking through Carabao Park to go to ICS when my cellphone vibrates in my pocket. I was expecting my adviser or Light to send me a text message about the petition. I was expecting that they'd tell me that the petition had been passed, and we can start the classes on Thursday. If it wasn't that, I was thinking I'd see a 'Follow it up tomorrow' on the screen. But, no. I see this:
"Sarah, they don't have teachers to teach the course this summer. The petition's denied."
Well, good morning to you, too.
Although, technically, it was already afternoon.
It was really weird. I had planned that if the petition wasn't good, I was going to go home. Easy, right? But, standing there in the middle of CPark under the frustrating heat of the sun -- and NO wind. ARGH! -- I felt... lost. I knew the next steps were: pack my things, go home, work on my SP and wait for next sem's registration. But I was just standing there, and I felt like I didn't know what to do. Oh, don't worry, it's not like I was having a nervous breakdown or anything. I was nowhere near that.
But it sure felt odd.
I talked to a bunch of people (teachers, to be specific), asking for advice on what to do. There were possibilities of cross-registration (although our academic director said it wasn't advisable), and some other suggestions not worth mentioning. Plans E, F, and G were added to my list, and it made things WAY too confusing and tentative. The COMSCI wheels in my head start to turn, and, right now, I'm seeing graphs in my head, and I'm trying to figure out the shortest path...
Uh...yeah.
Summary: I won't be a student this summer. I'll be working on my ever-lovable SP, but I won't be enrolled. Nyerf.
I accumulated another 10 hours in my fave net shop, so this is for free. So, yeah. Getting an hour of net time before I go home.
Watching your plans crumble to pieces, I mean. You know this feeling, right? You're expecting something, and you have the next month planned out. Sure, you have a plan B and C (maybe even a D), but, somehow, when you see Plan A gets slapped back in your face, it kinda gets disorienting.
I woke up at 7 a.m. with my migraine from last night still pounding on my skull. So I go back to sleep. I wake up again at 8 (That means I slept for 12 hours! Whoa!). Then at 9. Then at 10:30, and, finally, at 11:30. If I hadn't set a lunch date, I probably wouldn't have gotten up, still. I hate migraines.
After my 30-minute lunch at KFC (to match the 30 minutes I stood in line). I was walking through Carabao Park to go to ICS when my cellphone vibrates in my pocket. I was expecting my adviser or Light to send me a text message about the petition. I was expecting that they'd tell me that the petition had been passed, and we can start the classes on Thursday. If it wasn't that, I was thinking I'd see a 'Follow it up tomorrow' on the screen. But, no. I see this:
"Sarah, they don't have teachers to teach the course this summer. The petition's denied."
Well, good morning to you, too.
Although, technically, it was already afternoon.
It was really weird. I had planned that if the petition wasn't good, I was going to go home. Easy, right? But, standing there in the middle of CPark under the frustrating heat of the sun -- and NO wind. ARGH! -- I felt... lost. I knew the next steps were: pack my things, go home, work on my SP and wait for next sem's registration. But I was just standing there, and I felt like I didn't know what to do. Oh, don't worry, it's not like I was having a nervous breakdown or anything. I was nowhere near that.
But it sure felt odd.
I talked to a bunch of people (teachers, to be specific), asking for advice on what to do. There were possibilities of cross-registration (although our academic director said it wasn't advisable), and some other suggestions not worth mentioning. Plans E, F, and G were added to my list, and it made things WAY too confusing and tentative. The COMSCI wheels in my head start to turn, and, right now, I'm seeing graphs in my head, and I'm trying to figure out the shortest path...
Uh...yeah.
Summary: I won't be a student this summer. I'll be working on my ever-lovable SP, but I won't be enrolled. Nyerf.
I accumulated another 10 hours in my fave net shop, so this is for free. So, yeah. Getting an hour of net time before I go home.
Labels: elbi, headaches, school
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