And sometimes the Universe gives you a huge neon sign saying, “Don’t go there!”

I can take a hint.  Really.

So, I have to accept that I’m just not supposed to take this classics class.  I’ve tried to sign up for it now for 4 different terms and for one reason or another I’ve never been successful.  I thought (and this is apparently where I always get into trouble…) that this summer I finally succeeded.  I was looking forward to it even.  And then…

Apparently the U.S. government body that makes decisions about college grants said, “Hmn.  Times is tough.  We needs to cut back.  Let’s not offer Pell Grant money in the summer no more.”

And, so now I must drop classics because I can’t afford to pay out of pocket for the course.

My summer is suddenly seeming very empty.  And, that my friends must be the silver lining.  Sometimes Fate does favor fools and unemployed-work-a-holic-crazy-single-mom-pushing-40-students.

Five minutes does not an eternity make

Thankfully when giving a speech in a foreign language that no one else in the room really speaks any better than you, save the professor, no one really notices the small things that go wrong.

Unfortunately, the big things, like your videos not playing because the school computers don’t have as current software as your home computer, well, that tends to be a bit more noticeable.  However, I was prepared for that eventuality with back ups of my videos that could be played with other media software so it wasn’t a complete loss.

Just two more days of Spanish and a final.  Just two more days.

Tuesday Titters: Week 17, ¿Cuándo es un puerto no puerto? Cuando lo es un tarro.

When is a door not a door?  When it’s ajar.

Some how it’s just funnier in English.  Or maybe it’s just my horrendous Spanish.

I have my oral presentation today.  I have to talk for 5 minutes in Spanish and answer questions.  Wish me luck!

So close I can almost taste it…

The semester is almost over.  The number of assignments left to be completed is down to single digits.  I have 4 more days of “real class” then finals.

Unfortunately, those 4 days are spread over two weeks and finals is the week after.  It sure makes 4 days seem like an eternity.

Still, I’ve made it this far.  I’m almost there.  I can see summer on the horizon.  I can feel the warm sun, smell the fresh air, taste the homegrown tomatoes.  I can feel the peace and quiet and the lack of deadlines slipping away.

But for now, I have to prepare my oral presentation for Spanish class.  And, complete my the Spanish grammar homework.  Then, if I get it all done I can treat myself by reading about dark energy.  What a strange world when reading about dark energy is a reward for more mundane homework accomplished.

Happy Saturday.

Tuesday Titters: Week 16, in a jam said the giant clam

What kind of sandwich do sharks like best?  Peanut Butter and Jelly Fish

April SNOW showers…?

Even after 4 years the magic of letting the dog out for a  pee on green grass and sprouting flowers before bed and waking up to let the dog out for his morning pee in 2 feet of snow is still impressive.

Although not too surprising as the school called at 5:30 am to notify us there’d be no school today.

Happy April 16th to you!

Somethings just seem so ridiculously unnecessary

I was getting dressed just now and thought to myself, “Self, why don’t we just wear those new purple socks that have been sitting in the dresser drawer for about a month and are still in the packaging.”

Seemed like a good plan.

Five minutes later I was still disengaging the socks from the packaging.  Which included a cardboard band which was attached with some glue requiring shears as strong as diamond to cut through and not one plastic band, but three hidden strategically in and through both pairs.  Then I had to remove the cardboard foot shaped insert that was about a half inch bigger than the sock opening.

Cheesey Pete!

I swear that the packaging materials cost more than the socks themselves.  Not to mention they probably took longer to manufacture, attach and created about a ton of extra non biodegradable or hazardous materials.

Did I say, CHEESY PETE!  They’re just a pair of cheap socks!