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illusionofjoyClasses start on Monday, and right now I am officially sans any credit hours. For one course, I'm guaranteed an in since the professor told me to just show up on the first day with an add form. However, for another course (one of the two required for my major), I've been completely shut out - by my advisor who teaches it, nonetheless. There's another course I need which isn't closed out, but I can't register for because the online registration sever has been down for two nights in a row now, which ties directly in to class four, which is also required for my major but since online registration is down I can't even find out who teaches it. I know it's closed, but if I can't find out who teaches it, how can I send an email begging to be let in?
Recalculating for the course I know I can definitely get into, I have three credit hours. If I could only register for the course that isn't closed out, I'd have six. So, let's say I have six under the assumption that by tomorrow afternoon the trolls in central computing will have online registration working again. I need twice that amount to be a full-time student. If I can't get into the second class I need for my major, I'm wondering where those other two courses are going to come from. Maybe I should sample some freshman gen eds that I passed up four years ago.
I'm angry and frustrated. Getting the hold from the bursar's office removed so that I could register was troublesome enough. Not a few days after that is taken care of, I get slapped with a bill and a hold from residence life. I appeal the bill, because it is utterly asinine. I am convinced that they are making stuff up to extort me. The appeal is rejected, and my suspicions are confirmed - at least in my own mind. I pay the bill and, once again, all my holds are gone. I then discover that I've lost my alternate PIN, therefore rendering me unable to register online. A visit to the registrar's office reveals that they must have confirmation from my advisor that I have indeed been advised before they can release the number to me. Thus, I email my advisor. There is no reply. I email him again, under the benefit of the doubt: perhaps my first email did not go through. I finally receive the reply that I so desperately need (i.e.: my alternate PIN).
That pretty much brings us up to speed. Here I now sit, once again cut off from completing my tenure at SUNY Potsdam. I think that this has effectively crossed the line into ludicrous. I'm supposed to move back into the dorm on Saturday. What is going to happen if I don't have the twelve credits required to be a full-time student? Well, it's simple: if I can't manage to get said credit hours by the time the add/drop period has ended, the nice men in grey suits known as the University Police will gently escort me from my room and tell me not to show my face there until next semester. Isn't that a lovely thought?
I will not be defeated. I will graduate from SUNY Potsdam and God damn it when I do, I will stand right outside the campus, waving that bullshit piece of paper known as a diploma around in the air screaming at the top of my lungs, "Fuck you! I win! You motherfuckers did not defeat me! You hear me? Fuck you in the motherfucking asshole!" I'll then calmly walk away, pack my things and move out of Potsdam forever.
My younger brother is going to college. Since its another SUNY school - Brockport, to be specific - he's starting classes at the same time I am. As a freshman, he gets to move in two days before I do, however. The family left this morning, so I have the house all to myself. This leaves me plenty of time to contemplate my situation and take 5:00AM phone calls from The Asian Goddess (she lives in Hawaii, hence the lateness is mine alone).
I do wonder how he'll do at Brockport though. I hope the kid doesn't fuck up his college career in the same manner I did. In fact, I hope he doesn't fuck it up at all. I guess time will tell. One thing has started the same way though: mismatching roommates. My younger brother is a gaming geek. He's been paired up with a jock (with a really stupid name, I might add - I mean any parent who would give their kid this name must be mentally dull; curious now, aren't you). Hopefully it won't be too bad, but all I can think of is my lovely roommate experience, which culminated in being discouraged from entering my room because he wanted to have a beer-party. Discovering people getting shit-faced while sitting on my bed and spilling while sitting on my bed was not the highlight of my day, let me tell you.
Things like that remind me of why I generally don't like people. The world is full of rude, inconsiderate and just plain stupid pricks. Just today I had the displeasure of encountering two. The first one was while I was playing open mic at Strawberry Fields this evening. I was playing "Ebony" on the piano there and I swore I heard someone shout out, "boo!" The word was quick and cutting. I responded to it by playing with more conviction, my tongue thick with venom. I was stepped in the satisfaction that this individual was a jealous prat who was never able to master an instrument and had little redeeming qualities otherwise. In other words, some little fuck that didn't know when it was best to shut the fuck up.
I went to WAIH tonight to do some work, and on my way back to the house, I encountered yet another prick with a bad case of verbal diarrhoea. I was passing by a house on Market Street when somebody stumbled out of the building.
"Do you have a lighter," the randomite asked.
"Sorry," I replied, not breaking my stride.
"I said, 'do you have a light?' Any matches?"
"No, I don't - sorry."
"Hey asshole, do you have a fucking light? Humph - you've got a fucking big-ass ponytail." I felt like walking back, grabbing him by the shirt collar and saying, "listen moron, I told you nicely that I don't have a fucking lighter on me! Are you dense? Is English not your first language? Get the fuck off my case! And keep your lame-ass comments about my hair to yourself!" I sincerely hope that this individual finds themselves a lighter and then falls into a vat of gasoline.
I suppose I should be thankful that Potsdam isn't worse. I was chatting online tonight with someone who lived in a small town that was KKK central while dating a Native American. Needless to say, it wasn't a pleasant situation, to put it mildly. Upon hearing this, my thoughts immediately went to The Asian Goddess. She's as American as any of the European immigrants (i.e.: my ancestors) who came to this landmass throughout the centuries, yet the fact that she looks different than the white masses inspires the most foul actions and statements from certain close-minded individuals. What the fuck is so wrong with this world that acceptance is such a foreign concept to these (and I use the term loosely) people?
"Acceptance as a foreign concept" seems like such an ironic choice of words, given the subject matter. From college to bigotry...this entry has certainly strayed from where it started.
