From my favorite Bostonian, author and teacher Esther Bradley-deTally.
Dot posted my interview! Aaaahhhh!
I still don’t have the nerve to listen to myself, but you listen and tell me what you think. And show Dot some love by leaving a comment on her site. She does good stuff.
I keep meaning to post. Really I do. Alas, I haven’t done it. Until now. I am posting. Currently. Immediately.
I am unwell. Long sentences hurt. Everything hurts. I am drinking Theraflu and tea. Together. Ugh.
I have embarked on this week’s bloggy photo challenge in order to liven up today’s post. These photos are from around my parents’ abodes in Pasadena and Ojai (and one at a fun place called Clockwork Couture). So enjoy. That’s an order. *cough*
Last semester I dropped a class I knew I was not going to do well in. Simply put, the instructor was senile. I dropped it too late, however, and upset the Financial Aid gods. (And we all know how well that hasn’t been going.) In order to appease them I have to file a petition to be reinstated, and include an education plan. Getting in to see a counselor for an education plan is ridiculously difficult at my school, but I finally did it.
I had to wait in line for an hour just to make the frickin’ appointment! My laptop and an episode of Downton Abbey took the edge off, though.
The meeting went very, very well. I’ll spare you the boring details and cut right to the chase: if all goes as planned, I will be graduating next Spring!
I will have an AA in Humanities.
And an AAT (Associate of Arts for Transfer) in English! Two degrees at one time!
The counselor said university applications need to be submitted as soon as the Fall semester starts. That’s only four months away. I think I went pale when she told me that. *L* I’ve been chipping away at this education for almost 20 years, and I was beginning to fear I’d be a career PCC student.
What this means, though, is that I don’t have room to take any more classes just for fun. Not that I took any superfluous classes this year (except for my 1-unit independent study class for Inscape), but they were classes I particularly enjoyed. I thought I had some wiggle room to fit in a few more, like Poetry and Spanish 2 and 3. Nope. No more creative writing classes. No more Spanish. I met the requirements and I have to move on. Boo. I mean, YAY! *hack hack cough cough sputter*
A couple weeks ago I served on a panel for a conference at school called Borders of Diversity. It’s hard to pin down an exact description of this conference, but I’d say it was a social awareness thing. There were student project posters all around presenting a variety of social problems, and the panels ranged from the environment to Autism to various forms of expression as a means of social…awareness, I guess.
Alls I know is that the Inscape instructor asked us to participate in a very informal creative writing panel, so I showed up. I stressed about it all day, but in the end all we did was arrange some chairs in a circle and talk about Inscape with about a dozen people. And snack on cheese squares and grapes.
And listen to a woman pitch a piece she wants to write advocating masturbation education as part of the sex ed curricula in schools. Well now.
As part of this whole thing, we were asked to participate in a short interview for a show on the school’s radio station. So earlier in the week I met with a lovely woman (seriously, we need to hang out) named Dot, who hosts a weekly news show called Over Coffee focusing on arts and community events. We talked mostly about my writing, and she had even been here to read my blog! I wasn’t quite expecting that, but I think I did alright. It was pre-recorded so I was easily editable. It aired the same day as the conference, and at the same time I was watching guest of honor Dan Kwong, so I missed it. I’ve been waiting for it to post on-line so I could share it with you all, but eh: I’m not too keen on listening to myself anyway. ;o)
So that’s all for my exciting past couple of weeks, culminating in illness. I will try to consult with the first-come first-serve High Priestess of Financial Aid Petitions this week, so cross your fingers that I can get this all sorted out quickly. And then rub your lucky rabbit’s foot for a quick end to this snotty, coughy, achy thing I have going on. Or pray. Prayers are good, too.