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.
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2063? yeah that makes a ton of sense...
congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
and now i'm craving a red ruby martini...sounds yummy. maybe i'm pregnant too?
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.
Wow, congratulations! No wonder you're so happy and excited!
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