One grade is in

Biology: 99.1%. This is the only prof this quarter who will use an A+, so I put my effort in the right place.

(Still annoyed at myself though. I studied hard for Exam 4, which was given alongside the final, and then because I had the option of not taking the final, I didn't study at all for the final itself. I blew one question on exam 4, bringing my cumulative grade DOWN, and got 100% on the final. Grr! This studying thing is clearly overrated.)

Eighth on the wait list now for chem, still sixth for bio.

Warning: you have kitties

(aka Note To Self)

Yes, finals week is a stressful time.
Yes, you're exhausted, but you've been exhausted since May.
Yes, it's no fun being on these meds and this boneheaded diet.
Yes, it sucks that your feet hurt this much.

Whine if you must. But do not EVER neglect the litterboxes for that long EVER AGAIN.

Errand done

The rain let up just long enough for me to visit three offices at DeAnza. At the third one, the guy behind the desk admitted that "unfortunately" not only was I in the right place, I was talking to the right person, so "it's just not your day" he said with a grin. He looked at my transcript and entered into the Grand High Assessment and Placement Computer the fact that I am allowed to attempt English Writing 1A.

"I'd rather see you do this one again," he said, pointing. "It'd be more interesting."

I tried to look at his finger on the sheet. "Differential eq -- I will NEVER, there is NO WAY --"

"No, this one."

Writing Science Fiction. That one was taught by Joe Haldeman! No lie. And I was such a complete fumblethumbs at the time that I barely got anything out of it, either. Ah, memories!

Anyway, I can now register for a writing course. Given how little writing is necessary at my beloved alma mater, I would be wise to take a few of those, just to make sure I meet all the prereqs.

The rain resumed as I climbed back into the car. :-)