Home from school now, journal junkies!

I survived the stare of the creepy kid, yes- I know... close your mouths.  Oh, ok- go ahead and stare at your monitors in wide-eyed fascination.

It was pretty impressive, as a matter of fact.

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Anyway- creepy kid aside ("Jack" from 2nd hour, if you're reading this- I'm warning you now, you seriously need to stop!) school wasn't too bad, and now it's over.

Yay for school being over!!

After school I had to take my third trip to IRCC (Indian River Community College).  I have decided to drop my seventh hour Integrated Science Honors and take a college Earth Science class instead.  (This process, for those who don't know and are curious- and even those who aren't, is called Dual Enrollment.) 

So why drop and elect something else?  A) College credit.  B) Extra weight on your high school Grade Point Average.  C) The teacher quit on day 2 and they still haven't found a replacement for her.

Yeah- it seems like a good idea now, don't it?

Now apparently, when trying to enroll in the dual enrollment program, various trips to the campus are made, for rather redundant purposes.  The first is to get a paper saying "yes, I want to take part in the dual enrollment program" and fill it out, only to be told that it needs a signature from the guidance counselor.  This has to be returned to the campus (which, incidently- is like a good 20 minutes from my home).  From there, a second form is given, which needs- you guessed it!  A signature from the guidance counselor. 

Ya think they could have given me both forms at the same time??  No.  As they explain it to me- handing out forms out of the process order would ultimately cause a breach in the much-protected, highly respected, this-message-will-self-destruct, IRCC  employee contract. 

Say it with me:  The what?!

*sigh*  the incompetence.  I think the office clerks just want the pleasure of laughing at me as I spend $40 in gas to ensure my spot in their crappy Earth Science class.

Anything to pass the time, right?

But now it is of no matter.  I have gone, I have signed, I have gotten signatures, I have returned, and signed again.  And now I am given the coveted pink sheet that allows me to retrieve a copy of the textbook via my high school library. 

Oooh life is so good.  That slip of carbon paper is soooo beautiful!!  And so pink!!  And so official!!  I am doing my happy dance... I am ready to sing... I am enrolled in the class for definite!  Who cares if the people are staring?!  It was a long road, and this is the end!  Somebody get the choir in here- we need a gospel or two!!

"But," The lady begins.

"But..."  I stop dancing- I'm not feeling so good.  'Buts', especially in these situations, are never good.  I look at the paper in my hand.  Crummy pink sheet.  You disgust me.

"But, as I understand- your high school is out of Earth Science textbooks.  You'll have to take that pink slip down to our main campus if you want the book."

I love how she says this. If I want the book.  Like I have a choice.  

The main campus- I should add- is an hour+ drive from my home.  It's not exactly convenient- and it's in the part of town where people do intravenous drugs, kill their parents, and mysteriously disappear. 

Oooh, nice.  I am so looking forward to this trip- in fact, I might bring my camera.  It's a great weapon, really- cause it looks totally innocuous, but when in danger I can use the flash to startle the attacker and buy the time necessary to scream and get help!!

Or, my luck- I'll just have a really nice snapshot of his shoes as he runs away with my wallet.


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By the way, kids- remind me to tell you of the fun I had finding the IRCC campus in the first place, sometime.  That's a trip and a half.

Ohhh you tease! Leaving a story half done like that! (I know the 2nd half hasn't actually happened yet, but still!)

I actually feel kinda bad laughing at someone elses misfortune. but, you know, you make things seem SO funny! lol! BUMPZ!!

~Tigg

This is too funny. I mean it. Dang, you make your misfortunes sound so good and happy, not sad.

Let the thief have the wallet, but whatever you do don't let him have that pink slip!

yeah, that pink slip is sooooo important.

Carry your purse tight to your side, and look mean. People will think you will flip out at them and noone will bother you. Stay safe.

Very entertaining entry.
I am sorry about all the trouble you had to go through. I have never gotten this kind of system myself. And I don't think anyone other than thosetorturers who work there does. Thumbs up for ur patience!!!