Two posts in one month, that's a scary kind of special.
I've never been more half-assed about my plans than right now. I'm attending what I know to be a shitty university, trying to decide between trench-crawling to a BA in psych, or accepting that I don't have the mental state to finish and taking art classes until the money runs out. Or switching majors to studio art this late in the game, which still leaves the possibility of failure on some level. But it's about all I have confidence in anymore, and I can actually get more out of that learning-wise than I'll ever get out of the psych program here.
The biggest issue I've got is all the bullshit admin kinds of problems. It's pulling teeth trying to get my former college (less than a mile away from this one) to actually send a fucking final transcript. Four requests, a dozen phonecalls...and I absolutely can't register for the spring without it. Trying to talk to professors whose offices are in a different dimension, and whose listed office hours have NO bearing on their real hours. Getting a straight answer about anything.
*sigh*
On the plus side, I'm going to see Voltaire play tonight. It should be a fine show, as long as I remember not to punch any frowning goth kids in the face for taking themselves too seriously.
I've never been more half-assed about my plans than right now. I'm attending what I know to be a shitty university, trying to decide between trench-crawling to a BA in psych, or accepting that I don't have the mental state to finish and taking art classes until the money runs out. Or switching majors to studio art this late in the game, which still leaves the possibility of failure on some level. But it's about all I have confidence in anymore, and I can actually get more out of that learning-wise than I'll ever get out of the psych program here.
The biggest issue I've got is all the bullshit admin kinds of problems. It's pulling teeth trying to get my former college (less than a mile away from this one) to actually send a fucking final transcript. Four requests, a dozen phonecalls...and I absolutely can't register for the spring without it. Trying to talk to professors whose offices are in a different dimension, and whose listed office hours have NO bearing on their real hours. Getting a straight answer about anything.
*sigh*
On the plus side, I'm going to see Voltaire play tonight. It should be a fine show, as long as I remember not to punch any frowning goth kids in the face for taking themselves too seriously.