The Good, the bad, and the could get worse.

First, we'll start out with what was good about this past weekend.

My childhood best friend and her husband came home for Christmas, so Jake and I went out to dinner with them, then came home and played the game "In A Pickle". It's a great little game, if you ever have the chance to play it--take it.



So in honor of us acting like we were 13 years old again, we took our kung fu picture because we are secretly ninjas.

Something else that I'm excited about is that Meg Guess Bridal and Couture in Oklahoma City (check out her link over to the right somewhere) is having a Bridal Fashion Show next week that I'll be modeling for. I had to stop all the modeling I was doing when I went into the hospital and wasn't able to do any when I got out because I was so weak. So I'm very excited to start modeling again!

Now for my rant....

School started this week and I was already reluctant because I'm bitter about having to start over after being in the hospital and I'm really nervous because my memory is still recovering, so I don't know how well I'll do this year.

So I get up at 5:30 this morning (which is comparable to Chinese Water Torture for me) to get to my intersession class. I show up 15 minutes before class is supposed to start and no one is there, not in the classroom, not in the building, nothing. I decide to sit on the couch outside the class and wait for someone. 30 minutes after class was supposed to start there is still no one there, so I get online to check and make sure I have the right room and....... UCO changed what day class started and didn't notify anyone, which UCO likes to do constantly. It started on Monday, instead of Tuesday. When the teacher finally comes I tell her what happened and asked if I can make up the day I lost. NOPE. She won't let me and tells me, and the other 3 people that did the same thing, that I have to drop.

Then I go the enrollment office to drop and in order to drop an intersession class in which I missed 1, yes ONE, day of I have to get written permission from my professor and write a letter to the appeals committee to get special permission to withdraw. And if they decide they won't grant the withdraw I get a big, fat, stinking F on my transcript. Now is a good time to ask, "hey, didn't you miss a month of school last semester while you were in the hospital and withdrew?"

Why yes, yes I did. I missed an entire month of class last semester while I was in the hospital and to withdraw all I had to do was sign my name on a withdraw form. I didn't have to prove I was in the hospital, no doctor's notes, no documentation. Just showed up and said take me out. But to withdraw from a class I missed 1 day of, I have to do everything short of getting an attorney! What is wrong with higher education system? HONESTLY. That's more confusing than a football bat! So if this semester keeps up like this, I'm saying screw it all and going to cosmetology school.

Okay, I feel better now.