For the second time in my life, I have senioritis. Unlike high school, however, I did manage to wait until the last semester to succumb to the time-honored disease. I stopped by my advisor today (which has been changed again.) and was told that I'm in everything I need to be in to get out of here in December. She then handed me a diploma application and told me to fill it out and drop it by sectioning. My own preclivities on the people that work in sectioning and the registrars office are well known and often lamented facts of college lore... ok, so maybe not... but it sounded good. Generally, I hate them. Much hatred. Why the hatred you ask? Well, generally speaking, it is the job of everyone who works in sectioning or the office of the registrar to make my life as complicated and expensive as possible. These are the people that handle scheduling, grades, and residency status. I'm going to enjoy smiling at them when I finally get out of here, and tell them that when called as an alumni by a university desperately in need of money, I will tell them where to go so nicely that they actually enjoy the trip there. Now that's tact.
A change of directions here. I'd like to welcome Phynerk to the fold... is it just me, or are Johnsons taking over this place?
And finally, some politics for those of you weary of not having any... politics.
Communists For Kerry
I ran across this site whilst waiting on my advisor. At least there's a small lab with a contingent of macs outside the college of education advisory offices... Enjoy.
Jeff C.
