I leave school, run a few errands, and make it home in time to call up the undergraduate admissions office before they close for the night. “I remember my test scores were sent to your campus and they need them at the grad school campus.” “We sent them off a long time ago. Let me transfer you to check.” A thousand transfers later, I find that, yes, the grad school should have the scores. Call the grad school; nothing in their office. Finally talk to an angel of a woman who takes my name, works some magic, and comes back to the phone. “Your official scores are currently in the assistant registrar’s office because you are about to graduate. I can send a copy to your advisor.” No, no, I want nothing more to do with campus mail. I convince her to hold the scores until either my advisor or I can come and pick them up. We take the original, I explain, and give you the copy. Angel woman seems okay with that. Just then I receive an email from my advisor. Apparently the copy she has of my scores is good enough to be sent. I just wasted another hour of my life.
I decided to drown my frustration by trying to sign up at a gym where I have a 30-day free trial…only to be told that you only get that if you sign up for a year in advance. At least, I think that’s what I was told. I was so frustrated by the day in general, I don’t know anymore. Made an appointment anyway to come in on Wednesday to tour the place…we’ll see what happens.
I decided then that I was a little too stressed. Came home and meditated by following the exercises at the Online Labyrinth site. Pretty neat, I think, and pretty calming too.
Feeling much better now, I’m off to read Chocolat. Jamie and I decided that we would read books about a specific country, hopefully fall in love with the characters, and then travel to said destination. First stop? Clearly France. I also read a few other books about France yesterday to prepare. Although they were cute, nothing can compare to a book with Mr. Depp’s profile gracing the cover.J