Ok so today would be a good time to talk about the initial trouble I had with IRCC... especially considering tomorrow I'm traveling to the main campus in the boonies for my book.
I just bought my camera. Oh yeah- I'm sooo ready. Bring it on, tough guys!!
*Cowers in sudden fear* I was kidding... really... here, have the camera. And my money.
Yeah, that's probably how it'll go down, too.
Anyway- let's talk about the first visit to IRCC. My entire decision to dual enroll science was a spur-of-the-moment, off-the-cuff, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants, any-other-cliche-you-can-think-of kind of decision. I just realized finally that it was stupid for me to waste my gas and time traveling back to school after my off campus acting class just to sit through a 45 minute science credit.
Why put myself through it, ya know? Plus- the teacher I had quit on day two (as I believe I mentioned) and there aren't exactly a lot of spare teachers floating around... much less teachers certified in science. So for now, the lady teaching the class is an 80-year-old substitute with more hearing loss than hair. Not only has she a degree in NOTHING, but she demands everyone call her Grandma.
My theory? Until you send me money on my birthday and go to bingo every night of your life, you are not my grandma. But that's beside the point.
Obviously you all see why I needed to get out. I was trapped- or so it seemed. Ultimately, the beauty and freedom of college classes sang out to me in the twisting winds of a school maelstrom.
So I do the persuading, I do the cajoling... my counselor gives me the thumbs up and go-ahead for the plan... on to IRCC for the form signing!! (But you all know how that turned out
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One problem. How do I get to IRCC?? I've never been there before. Oh no problem, my dad tells me.
Clearly, this should have been a warning ahead of time.
"You know where the church is?" Well, gee- I only go there every Sunday thanks to you people.
"Yes."
"Stay on that road and keep driving... just go straight. Pretty soon you'll be over a bridge- you'll pass Home Depot and Albertson's. Get to the right. Keep driving, you'll pass Big K. Look for a sign that says Court House Road. You can't miss it. The court house will be on that corner. Hang a right and you can't miss the school from there. Got that?"
Straight, bridge, K, Court, right. "Got it."
I didn't have it. It was all gravy at first, don't get me wrong. Just like he said, I was over the bridge- cruising along, passing some stores... it was nice. I like driving, and I like driving by myself. Gives me time to think. I turned on the radio, listened to some 80s. That's always good.
So I'm cruising along, I pass Big K. I'm on the right, it's going just fine. I'm looking to the right for the big court house sign... looking... looking... where is the damn court house??
Well, he didn't say how far down- I'll just keep going until I find it.
It wasn't until I was on an exit on I-95 heading for Daytona Beach that I realized I went too far. And advice for new drivers- sooo not a good idea to make a u-turn out of an exit. Trust me
I do what any good driver would do at this point. Turn left at the PGA Golf Course. What else is there? It's just road and traffic, and at least at PGA I can park somewhere and find out what the hell happened.
Only problem is, there's no parking. It must be a seriously selective place if they have secret parking. Well, I'm pissed off as it is- and running late. I'm in no mood for these elitist snobs. Screw it, I'm parking on the grass.
Or should I say the green?? It wasn't entirely clear until my car became the target of several golf balls. Only then did I see that I did not park near a sign, but rather, the flag. And I was on top of the hole. The golfers were approaching... and suffice it to say they weren't happy. I was killing their game, and their scores.
"You can't park here!!" One guy shouted. Oooh I'm tired of this whole day!!
"Can't you see this isn't a parking lot?" Came another guy. Yeah, I already heard it from your friend, wise-guy.
I rolled down my window. I must maintain composure, I told myself. I must be lovely, and charming, and everything I was taught...
"Yeah, well plaid makes you look fat, asshole." Or not. Ya know, at this point- it didn't really matter.
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I backed out and carried on... finally coming to a gas station. Angry beyond reason I called my dad.
"Where are you?" he asked, surprised.
"PGA Village."
"What?? No you went too far. I told you to turn down by the court house!"
"There
is no court house! And there is no Court House Road... at least not over here."
"What? There has to be, IRCC is on... oh wait. No you know what?? It's not Court House... it's Country Club. Yeah, that's it- it's Country Club Road, right by the Bank of America."
I grit my teeth... biting my tongue so hard, I try to stay calm. I passed that damn road 15 minutes ago, dad.
"Ok, well I have to go then... I'm late as it is."
"Are you in bad reception? You sound like you're clenching your teeth."
"Goodbye, dad."
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What boggled my mind was really how my father mixed up Court House Road and Country Club Road. I come to find out later, that Court House Road was up in New York, where we lived before here.
Where we lived, 14 years ago!! Wonders never cease, aye?
Logic knows no gender or age; it thinks nothing of education or race, finance or preference. Logic knows no bounds.
Oh my heavens! That was too funny. A word of warning: Jess, never drive in Annapolis, MD. The road signs are about as big as the type on this comment. We went there to stay at a bed and breakfast, and found we should have just stayed AT the bed and breakfast, and then gone back home. A look in the tourist brochures they hand out for free advertise businesses that went out of business LONG ago, and you wander around looking for something that doesn't exist anymore. And the locals are all right on your butt as you creep along, squinting at road signs, making yourself resemble a mole who hasn't seen daylight much. Just a word of warning. Your escapade is probably funny to you now, but I can just imagine how irritated you must have been that day. Hope your week is going better for you, than that day... 
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