(thank gawd!) since Its the one class I'm actually registered/enrolled
in. 'Beware the fleeting thoughts of optimism' (a comment from a past-
ahem-downer post I came across recently) I was so confident that I
would get my choice in [yester]todays classes being so high on the
waitlists; but even my #2 position failed me (further cementing the
idea of the #2 =ing SHIT). I'm at a total of 10 units, 2 short of
being a full-time student and, more impotantly, of receiving health
insurance (WebMD turned me into a hypochondriac! The tell-all
Now all my "eggs" are in one "basket" when I find out [today] if my #2
position can rectify and turn my frown upside down. Or whatever.
Getting me those Magical 4 digits that will transform me into a full-
time, benefit having student that I am so desperate for.
I started brainstorming. It's time to take whatever I can get! (Fail.
EVERYclass is completely booked.) 2 more units and I am Golden.
Not all is lost just yet though. There still a chance for the second
#2 to prevail. Even the first #2 there's an inkling of a chance (yup,
yup taking WHATEVER I can get). I'm next, he has my # (and I planned
to e-mail him tonight), just ONE person drops and I'm in (that's
English too, so you should hope for that one too. If I get in I may
actually learn how to use punctuation properly and form coherent
sentences.) (And learn what coherent means?) I'm
hopin'~n~wishin'~n~prayin' that SOMEBODY-ANYBODY is going to decide
that the class is just not right for them and- BAM! POW! KABLOOWEY!!
There I will be! Pen in hand anxiously awaiting to jott down 4 Magical
#s that will calm my Nerves. (And give me a whole 'nother brand of
Stress Wave to ride!)
UNIVERSE DON'T FAIL ME NOW!!
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