Wednesday, April 12, 2006

The news is big. Very big.

No, I am not pregnant. Stop asking me. You know who you are. STOP asking me. Asking me 4 times a day is not going to make me pregnant. You know that I am a contrarian and that every time you ask me, I am on the other end of the phone, taking handfuls of birth control pills. And chasing them with red ruby martinis.

Back to the news.

I got my letter yesterday from Local Community College. "Congratulations, you have been accepted!" Complete with an exclamation point. I love exclamation points. I know they are overused (often by myself) but sometimes a little shouting is in order.

D: Did you think you weren't going to get into community college?
K: Ok, so I wasn't as nervous as, say, when I applied for law school, but you never know. Maybe they were going to deny me for attending too many colleges in my lifetime. Over colleging.
D: Well congratulations, babe.

It then took me 55 minutes to register for a web design class. Fifty-five blanking minutes. I don't want to start a derogatory tirade about community colleges since I am a graduate, but WTH??? My husband thought that this was by far the funniest thing he had ever seen. His wife unable to register for community college. I guess you can be snotty when you went to a pseudo Ivy League university?

Turns out I needed to know that the code for the summer 2006 term is 2063. 2063. Who would have thought that I couldn't figure that one out? I mean, it's so user-friendly and logical.

Fifty-five minutes. If there was bus service to school, I'm sure mine would be short.

Maybe I am pregnant.


Fantastagirl said...

2063? yeah that makes a ton of sense...

vani said...

congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

and now i'm craving a red ruby martini...sounds yummy. maybe i'm pregnant too?

missbhavens said...

Congrats!! Yeah, registering for classes was a big pain every time I went to college (all six times). Whether it was getting on line at 4am like in the pre-computer days, dealing with the busy signals during the phone-registaration days (oh, did THAT ever suck) or the supposedly easier online-registrations days.

It will always suck. Even when I'm auditing Elizabethan History class whenI'm 80 and we register by telepathy.

PBS said...

Wow, congratulations! No wonder you're so happy and excited!