Saturday, July 26, 2008

Rejoice With Me!

Please share my joy! I simply must share it with someone. Usually "joy comes in the morning" and not at 9 minutes to 11pm. But tonight it appeared rather belated. Never mind. It is here!

I managed to view my class schedule a moment ago and peek at what those wonderful registrars decided to do with my life for the next few months. I feel like I ought to send them a thank-you note (never mind that I have over 40 graduation thank-you's still waiting to be sent) : they scheduled me for exactly what I asked them!

So, come the twenty-eighth of August, in the Year of Our Lord two thousand and eight, at exactly (more or less, depending on the professors) 9:30 in the morning (am I correct in pronouncing that realm of time "ante matins"?) I will be sitting in a "health and fitness and other general goodies" class (in other words: a required class for nursing and freshmen that looks helpful and interesting and is officially labeled as a Kinesiology class).

Actually, to be honest, I'm having a hard time at the moment pinning down what day classes actually begin. The hope calendar decrees that classes shall begin the 26th of August; however, that day appears to be a Sunday. I do not think that the Calvinist school on which only two homosapiens were seen the Sunday Dad and I swung by will hold or begin any classes that day. So I can only assume that classes begin the Monday thereafter. But it also appears that I have no classes scheduled on Monday. That could change as Choir and Hebrew have yet to assign times. But discounting this fact, I will begin the 28th with a Kinesiology class, and have nothing else that whole, entire, glorious, brain-nurturing day.

Then begins the grind of study; but I plan to enjoy every turn of the gears. Hebrew, Kinesiology, the obligatory First Year Seminar, Spanish, Biology, Choir practices, getting to know my room-mate (who I think I will get along with quite well) and whatever other mischief I can get myself into.

But I'll be back every weekend - as long as someone picks me up. Yeah, the two Toyotas haven't been merged yet....and the vehicle permit is, um, very, very inexpensive.

So, rejoice with me! Life hasn't been, isn't, and won't be all roses and cotton candy. But here's a little of the sweets I'm currently eating. The sour and bitter aren't quite as much fun to share, though, dear reader, you have tasted quite a few of those dishes with me. Thanks for sampling!

5 comments:

Rev. Rick Stuckwisch said...

I believe that the 26th of August should be on a Tuesday this year.

Sunday the 24th is the Feast of St. Bartholomew. Hopefully, there won't be any massacres. I'm not planning any, anyway ;-)

I'm very pleased for you, in any case, Truth Questioner, that you were given the classes you wanted. Off to a good start, already, before you've even started! Impressive.

Ninja Master Nick-Ig said...

normally I am to sleepy to be happy at nine in the morning. But anyway glad that you classes are the way you want them to be or in the order you wan them to be or whatever

TruthQuestioner said...

Pastor! At any rate, who would you massacre if you were planning one? Certainly not Hugenouts. (Were they Calvinist? I don't remember.) And you'd have to arrange a marriage to draw all of the soon-to-be-massacred people into town.
:P

Some of those European Monarchs and nobles needed a good spanking!

Thanks Nick.

Rev. Rick Stuckwisch said...

Arranging marriages is one of my specialities. But then I'd rather go ahead with the marriage instead of the massacre!

TruthQuestioner said...

Oh, they did go ahead with the marriage! Just massacred the guests afterward. I think they also forced the groom to change his religion at sword-point, but I can't remember.