Well, that was... interesting.

So, school started up again today, and I hauled my ass out of bed at an ungodly hour so I could get down to my campus by 8:00 am to teach. That class, I think, is going to be a lot of fun. There aren't that many return students (only two), but they seem like a good group, and here's the freaky part...

One of my students?

Is George's youngest cousin.

Yeah.

So, we had a nice little visit before I had to boogie out of there. I did, however, have a bit of a rude surprise when I went to re-register for the Art History class I'm taking (taking it at my college campus instead of at UCF) -- apparently adjunct faculty DON'T get a discount in tuition. Motherfuckers. So I ended up writing a fucking check, spending money that we really can't afford to spend, so I wouldn't get dropped out of a class that I needed. And I had to PAY it, because, for some reason, financial aid won't cover it, but WILL reimburse me later.

...Okay. Great. Fucking GREAT.

CHEAP BASTARDS!

So, I got home around 10 or so, had time for a little lunch, and even cleaned up the kitchen. I then had to toddle my happy ass up to Cocoa for my magazine writing class. Afterward, I hung around and talked with the prof a bit.

...

She asked me what I was doing there. Not in a, "WTF" kind of way, but in a, "You've been-there, done-that, so why are you back?" kind of way.

*sigh*

She did predict that I'd do very well in the class, however. So I guess that's something. Instead, she recommended I look into the Graduate Certificate program the university offers -- I can get one in professional writing/technical writing.

Wow, that's so incredibly NOT HELPFUL NOW.

Tomorrow I have my class on Rennaissance Poetry and Prose (do not ask me why I caplitalize names of classes -- I don't know), and apparently the prof who's teaching it is a genius in his field and almost never teaches undergrad classes. Which is totally incentive for me to stick this semester out, even if I decide to switch over to the certificate program. I'll probably see if I can get in to talk with Dr. Campbell tomorrow (my old UCF prof/mentor/advisor) and see what he thinks. I really trust his judgment, and he's a nifty guy.

So, I guess we'll see, neh?

OMFG I feel old.

Well, today was interesting. If by interesting that I was reminded many, many, MANY times over that I'm a good ten years older than everyone else on the UCF campus. *rolls eyes*

It was a good day, by and large. The campus had changed a bit in four years, but not too much, and it was a relief to know that I still know that place like the back of my hand. And it was weird, too -- the buildings all smelled the same. I kid you not. I went up to the 4th floor of the library (where all the literature books are [and I had REMEMBERED it was the 4th floor, too]), and I had... I don't know -- an olfactory flashback? See, one summer I needed extra financial aid so that I could fund a six-week study abroad trip to Oxford, so I took a couple of classes. Mom took classes too, so we carpooled. When she had class and I didn't, I usually snuck away up to the 4th floor to get a head start on my Oxford reading. I also used to bring my laptop with me and read X-Files fanfiction that I'd downloaded the night before. It was an oddly comforting experience to be back there.

Student parking, on the other hand, was anything BUT comforting. Bleh. Because of the idiot factor, I'm going to have to leave at approximately ten in the morning to commute to Orlando AND find a parking spot with reasonable time to spare before the class. Double bleh.

I popped in and said hello to my old advisor, who is now the head of graduate studies in English. He had a few moments, so we chatted a little. That was nice. Even if he was the guy who tried to talk me out of going into academia. (Though, I must say, I understand now why he did that.)

Of course, by the time I got to my car to leave for the day, I was feeling stuffy and run-down. Which, as EVERYONE KNOWS, is exactly when you feel like driving an hour home. *rolls eyes* (Yeah, it's about an hour commute, give or take. The traffic was heinous today -- hopefully it won't be like that constantly.) I think George has finally given me the lovely headcold he's been nursing lately. There are some things I wish he wouldn't feel it necessary to share with me. Jeez. No fever, thank goodness, but I sound lovely.

Well, let's see... it's about 8:00, and I haven't touched my lecture notes for tomorrow. In fact, I haven't the faintest idea what we're supposed to cover tomorrow, so I reckon I'll work on that for a bit before I fall into bed and have to do it all again tomorrow.

Oh, before I forget -- in the Rennaissance Poetry and Prose class, we'll be studying Othello! Squee!!! And Machiavelli!! Eeeeee!!!

Jumping on the baaa-- *cough* bandwagon!

Ganked from moonphased, squeakyinuears, naybob and many others!

1. Pick one dozen movies that are ones that you have special feelings about.
2. Pick a few lines of dialogue.
3. As people guess the film, strike out that entry, then put the name of the film next to it.

Some of these, yes, are ridiculously easy. I realize that. But some of them... might be more difficult to pin.

( Lights, camera, action! )

*sniffles and slinks back to bed with tea*