Frog and Goat

I went to a meeting last night for prospective students interested in the Master’s in Education program. The program has three tracks and two of them are interesting to me: human resource development (with my background in training and actual HR experience that seems natural) and adult literacy. The unfortunate thing is that I’ll have to really want to go back to school in order to even make it through the admission process. I’ll have to beg, borrow and steal basically. I joked that the better-half should start hacking away at my undergraduate school’s student records office to change some grades on my transcript.

I have two excuses why my undergraduate grades are so bad (and they are bad enough not to meet the provisional admission policy). The first one is that I screwed around and didn’t focus enough. The other, and much more important one, is that I spent my four years learning how to be a person. I remember being asked once what happened to that person who went away to school because I wasn’t the same one my parents sent off. Ye gads that was a good thing. Which is all well and good but I think it is horrible that I still have to pay for decisions and actions I made over 16 years ago, when, as I’ve said, I was a totally different person. I guess it is really only fair that I’m still paying for decisions since I’m sure there are people still paying on their student loans. Or, is there a statute of limitations on that? I didn’t have student loans thanks to my grandmother.

I may discuss this further with the two professors who team-teach my class and see what I can realistically do. I just hate that my decision to go or not go back to school has, at least on paper, been made for me.

The posts, they’ve been lame and infrequent, an ass-load of reading for class will do that, I guess. I remember that I never really liked doing homework for a reason. It cuts into the lazy portion of the day. At least when I was in college, my job was to do school work. Now, not so much. I got home yesterday and thought I’d breeze through the last required chapter for tomorrow’s class. I was almost finished but then the better-half got home. We made dinner. He suggested wine. We ate dinner and drank the wine and then it was 9pm. I said can’t work on school work and promptly snoozed in the chair in front of the TV. I got up and went to bed.

Today, I got home and finished my assignment. I know what you are thinking. This is only the second week of class. True. I’m sure I’ll get into a rhythm. Speaking of rhythms it took me 4 different attempts at spelling rhythm. I’m a very good speller but some words, especially ones with too many consonants, just flummox me sometimes.

Today we’re having a special election for the 97th District House seat. So far today we’ve had FOUR phone calls about the election. That’s FOUR in one day. Yesterday we had 2 calls. I can’t even tell you how much junk we’ve received in the mail in the past month about this election. Thankfully the polls close in two hours. Last week I told one candidate’s lackey that he’d get both of our votes. We received a call over the weekend from that same candidate asking us about our votes. Did I stutter? I said you’d get both of our votes.

I was the 21st voter this morning at my voting place. The better-half was 85th. We got to vote with something other than the huge old, old, old voting booths but I was not particularly thrilled that I had to walk my ballot across the room to put it in the electronic counter. The ballot had one item on it so anyone could have easily been able to tell how I cast my vote. It is especially irritating since I guarantee that everyone in the voting place was Republican–they are thick around here. It is only because they’ll go to jail or some such that they didn’t coach me on how to vote.