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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. :-)
"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. :-)
