Lest you think I have been doing nothing –

Wait.

Okay, no. I guess I can think of something to write.

I find that when I mention something out loud (or in this case, on a blog), that I often jinx myself in some way. This time, I mention things with school going fine, and now school is officially kicking my ass. The end of the quarter is coming up and I am struggling like I’ve never struggled before.

Have I told the story about how it took me four years in high school to pass an Algebra II class? No? Well there’s that story. It took me four years in high school to pass an Algebra II class. Now I’m taking an Accounting class that for six hours a week makes me want to lay down in the parking lot and pray that the universe sends a snowplow. I’m just no good with numbers.

(Speaking of snow – it finally stopped falling. After I drove through that for a few hours.)

Also, blog, I’ve been cheating on you with tumblr. Sorry, kinda.

I don’t usually like to do “life recap” type posts. Not anymore here, anyway. I used to, but now I save that for like, livejournal, because..I don’t know. What’s livejournal for? But I think I’ve mentioned some things that could use an update.

This morning I registered for my last quarter of classes as a business student. I could not be more happy that the end is in sight. This adventure in marketing and sales classes has been the most miserable school has ever made me, and trust me when I say school has made me plenty miserable (see leaving high school only to go back and leave again, then go to several different colleges and so on and so forth). But yes! I will be done. In June. Which isn’t so far away, is it?

Lie to me, okay?

And when I mentioned writing a transfer essay for a different college? Turns out I was worrying for nothing, because I didn’t even have to apply. I filled out the application, wrote the essay, filled it with apologetic “I’m sorry for dropping out of your very expensive institution”s, then got an e-mail telling me I was silly and to fill out the re-admission form and wait to be told to register for classes.

So, soon enough I’ll be back to writing papers and reading books I don’t like and have already read, and I will enjoy it this time, because I’ve seen the other options, and boy do I not like them.

PS: Thanks for the comments on the last post. I appreciate them.

PS (x2): I added a formspring box thingy over in the sidebar just in case anyone ever wants to ask me anything that’s not relevant to a post. Or tell me I’m a jerk. Or you know, whatever.

He had been sick for a few days – coughing instead of barking at us when we tried to steal his treats or, God forbid, the rocks he preferred over toys. We took him to the vet, for medication. We left around 9:30pm, and he was still breathing-tubed, feverish, but we were sure he’d be okay. I was, anyway.

I don’t have kids; I have dogs. Three now, and I think they wonder where their fourth went. We gave him a good couple of years, but the office, where he laid at our feet and begged for our lunches is awfully quiet now.

*Agnes Sligh Turnbull