Frustration
Why is my advisor worthless? She's screwed me over so many times. Thank god I've taken it upon myself to not believe her and continue doing what I think is right, as well as checking things myself on the web. If I didn't, I bet I'd be spending the next three years here instead of just one more semester. Ugh. I told her I wanted my concentration to be public relations and advertising (the two because there aren't enough PR classes to fill a concentration). I have been taking PR and adv classes now and have taken enough hours. But somehow she didn't listen to me and put my concentration as biology. That's nice and all, being that I used to be a bio major and she was trying to make those hours count towards something, but there weren't enough hours to fill the concentration. Meaning I would have to take another biology course. I don't want to take another biology course! Since I'm double majoring, my concentration in psych is in speech communication (my first major), so I could also, if PR and advertising didn't work out hour-wise, have my concentration be psych. I was in the LAS office the other day and they informed me I was still down as having the bio, and to email my advisor to get her to change it. So I did. Know what she emailed me back? "I will forward to the LAS office." That's it. No greeting, no signature, just that. One line of worthlessness. I talked to the LAS office. They told me to talk to her.
Today has been full of frustration. I needed a money order to send my housing deposit to Disney, which is just a pain. Last time they let us pay in cash when we got there; this time, that's what reserves our spot. The Student Credit Union does free money orders, but they don't do them at unless you have an account. Isn't being a student at this school enough? I mean, I have an account with the school. So I had to go to Western Union and pay my service fee. Then, on the way back, I was walking on the sidewalk. Next to the bike path. The sidewalk is directly next to the bike path. Two bikes are coming towards me. On the sidewalk. I had to physically step out of their way onto the grass to not get Schwinned. For heavens sake, people, the bike path is right there!
Oh well. My Disney forms are printed, filled out, signed, stamped and mailed. Whew. We're cutting this so close here. Stupid records people who send my packet to the wrong address.
But I got my car back yesterday, which is a happy, happy thing, and I can just think pleasant thoughts about being in sunny Florida just three short weeks from now! Woohoo!! And look, the sun just came out. Lol. How fitting. <.g>