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napoleonherself) wrote2002-02-19 12:49 pm
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Well, spackle.
I went up to the CS dept and got my change of major form signed. It went well. I also scheduled advising for Thursday the 28th, and that, too, went well. I felt very good. I was getting things done, and all by myself, no less. I didn't stutter or stumble or forget what I was going to say at all.
Then I realized that I didn't have the ten bucks needed to file the form, so I grumbled and went directly from the CS building to wait for mom. It was only five minutes till the pickup time we'd agreed to, so it didn't seem like that big a deal to me. Wait five minutes, dive into mom's car and snag a picture of Hamilton, have her drive around again while I went to the right room (which was quite nearby) and filed the form.
I didn't count on mom being fifteen minutes late.
Or on her getting mad at me for needing her to go around again, because she didn't want to miss her soap opera.
Or on there being a monster line to the room, which meant that there was no way I was going to be able to turn in the form today without really making mom miss her bloody soap.
So I didn't turn in the form today. And I can't turn it in tomorrow because I hafta get home as soon as possible to be on call for dad to come pick me up to drag him to his house to help him with his computer. Hopefully I can turn it in on Thursday. It's not like it's horribly time-sensitive, but I want to get it out of the way.
Then, on the way home, mom mentioned that she'd sold back a couple of my old textbooks, for something along the lines of 19 bucks. Uh oh, I thought. Sounds like one of them only netted a buck or two... I really hope it wasn't the polisci book... You see, there was this book I had from polisci last semester that I kind of wanted to keep. It was fascinating. It explained in great detail exactly how California has become violently screwed up over the past few decades. It was great. But hey, money is good, if mom can sell it back and get fifteen, twenty bucks, then it's worth it. I usually tell her to just keep them if they only get a buck or two, but this time I forgot... and so... of course...
That lovely fascinating book that I really wanted to keep netted us $1.75. A dollar. And seventy-five cents. The other one that I didn't give a crap about was worth 17 or 18. But the one I wanted, the one I SHOULD have told mom to keep if it was cheap except I was an IDIOT and FORGOT? A hundred and seventy-five bloody PENNIES.
The punchline? I won't see a cent of that $1.75. Textbook sellback money always goes straight to mom.
Me = of teh suckage.
Ah well. At least I'm listening to a really nifty song.
Then I realized that I didn't have the ten bucks needed to file the form, so I grumbled and went directly from the CS building to wait for mom. It was only five minutes till the pickup time we'd agreed to, so it didn't seem like that big a deal to me. Wait five minutes, dive into mom's car and snag a picture of Hamilton, have her drive around again while I went to the right room (which was quite nearby) and filed the form.
I didn't count on mom being fifteen minutes late.
Or on her getting mad at me for needing her to go around again, because she didn't want to miss her soap opera.
Or on there being a monster line to the room, which meant that there was no way I was going to be able to turn in the form today without really making mom miss her bloody soap.
So I didn't turn in the form today. And I can't turn it in tomorrow because I hafta get home as soon as possible to be on call for dad to come pick me up to drag him to his house to help him with his computer. Hopefully I can turn it in on Thursday. It's not like it's horribly time-sensitive, but I want to get it out of the way.
Then, on the way home, mom mentioned that she'd sold back a couple of my old textbooks, for something along the lines of 19 bucks. Uh oh, I thought. Sounds like one of them only netted a buck or two... I really hope it wasn't the polisci book... You see, there was this book I had from polisci last semester that I kind of wanted to keep. It was fascinating. It explained in great detail exactly how California has become violently screwed up over the past few decades. It was great. But hey, money is good, if mom can sell it back and get fifteen, twenty bucks, then it's worth it. I usually tell her to just keep them if they only get a buck or two, but this time I forgot... and so... of course...
That lovely fascinating book that I really wanted to keep netted us $1.75. A dollar. And seventy-five cents. The other one that I didn't give a crap about was worth 17 or 18. But the one I wanted, the one I SHOULD have told mom to keep if it was cheap except I was an IDIOT and FORGOT? A hundred and seventy-five bloody PENNIES.
The punchline? I won't see a cent of that $1.75. Textbook sellback money always goes straight to mom.
Me = of teh suckage.
Ah well. At least I'm listening to a really nifty song.