tinhuvielartanis | Admission....to HELL

I spent the majority of my day at GTC admissions. I had to take a number like at the DMV, which I immediately considered a bad sign. Really bad. Most of the time was spent sitting on a metal chair getting waffle butt and watching TV I didn't want to see. When I finally got to talk to an admissions officer, it was then she told me that, if I could supply a transcript from my time at Wofford, I wouldn't have to take a placement test. So she got the ball rolling on admissions, but I can't register until I submit the transcript and/or take my placement tests. If I have enough credits, I'll just go directly to registration and straight into school. If I don't have enough credits, then I'll need to take the test and possibly end up taking some algebra. I'm certain I won't have to take English or Writing, unless I really want to (and I might), but math? Oy vey. I can't count past ten unless I'm barefooted. And those word problems in algebra....

Johnny is travelling by bus from Los Angeles to New York at approximately 55 miles per hour. Susie is travelling by airplane from Honolulu to London, England at approximately 600 miles per hour. How many grains of sand are there in Myrtle Beach?

BZUH?? I'm sorry, but my brain doesn't work like that. And what does this have to do with taking a dog's temperature by sticking a thermometer up his arse? Just let me learn that and I'll be fine.

So tomorrow, I'm going to Wofford to request my transcript, then back to Greenville Tech to beg for Financial Aid. Or Lemonade. Depending on how long I'm there and how thirsty I get.

Once I get through all this, I'll be so relieved. I'm not nervous about starting school like I've always been before. I think it's because I have some age on me and I don't give a shit about any of the social hooha that's usually associated with school. I dare those kids to try to pick on me this go 'round. I will crush them like the fucking bugs they are.