One bourbon, one scotch, and one mav

My asshole hurts, and it isn’t from General Tso’s chicken. You know that wonderful week I was having? I’m completely certain now that God is a sadistic fucking asshole that uses me only for comedy purposes. In short, God is Eric Cartman. Why?

I was slowly working up to going back to Moscow this fall. I was only a couple of steps away from getting my financial aid straightened out, I was ready to sign up for classes, and then my advisor sends me this document that details many important changes in the CS department. One of those things was:

” In past semesters we have allowed students to petition for a one semester waiver of the requirement provided that the deficient coursework was not a direct prerequisite for the upper-division course the student wished to take. Beginning with the Fall 2004 semester we will only grant one semester waivers of this requirement in extraordinary and compelling circumstances. Poor planning or difficulty achieving the required level of accomplishment will not be considered as acceptable justification for a one semester waiver.”

As some of you already know I did not pass Calculus 2 last semester. I had originally applied for a waiver for this semester - but I didn’t end up going to Moscow this semester for obvious reasons. And now, I can’t reapply for the waiver. So now I’m fucked. I either go back to Moscow, and take a semester of wasted space and Calculus 2 or stay here and do my calc credits at CSI. Either way, the solution sucks.

Right now I’m tentatively planning to stay in Twin another semester, maybe two. If I’m going to waste my time, I might as well do it cheaply and comfortably. I’ll complete my calc credits here, maybe take another class from Opsal or some english credits, and pretend that this is all a bad dream. That’s all it is. It’s just a dream.