We're all post diluvian. This is what brings us together. And I still hate my university.

Alright, so I have already been rejected from a class on questionable grounds, so I decided to pursue another class at the last moment. the Last day to add/drop a class is the 23rd, lest I get into "late enrollment" and sitting in the dean's office and probable dismissal of my loan money. Ok, actually, it probably won't go through anyway, but I can't think about that yet.

To sum up- there are two classes which look like they will further my pursuit of an English degree, so as soon as the advising office was open, I went by for advice about which class in which to enroll, and the lady at the desk offered a morning appointment on Thursday. Thinking to myself, "Ok, day after tomorrow, that's the 22nd, still good to enroll," I took an appointment card and headed off to work.

~a note, I was in the break room watching one of the most powerful speeches that is going to be made this year, contemplating all the achievement and eloquence and mastery inherent in both ascending to the ranks of those on screen, and writing the speeches. Can you imagine having that command of language? Wait, wait, this is Obama's chief speechwriter:


http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/20/fashion/20speechwriter.html
he's 26.

Anyway, I was watching the inauguration and trying not to crinkle my low calorie popcorn baggie when I had to go off to my meaningless job where I can't use any of my skills and I am operating at a financial loss and at least one more person frowns on my (paltry) education.

It was a bit disheartening, but I did my job and rushed back to campus to do my homework. Romantic poetry, which is growing on me:


Robert Burn's "To a Mouse"

and also "Sir Patrick Spense," a ballad in a Scottish dialect:


Notice the guttural noise in "knight" and "right," it's the same sound as in "loch," (as in Loch Ness) and in the International Phonetic Alphabet is represented by an /x/. The phoneme existed before the English and American (among others) pronunciation, and is called a velar fricative, in that it is formed via vibration of the velum:



In some cases, we approximated the noise as a "K," as in "lake" for "loch." Or othertimes, we left it out entirely, as in "knight."

*random lesson over*

Later in the day, after having gone to the advisor's office and then to work, and then back to class, I looked at the card the woman in the advisor's office had handed me, and the appointment is NEXT thursday. That's a week too late to enroll in classes. That's NO FUCKING HELP I HATE MY SCHOOL.