so school has started. i've been to four classes. only one of which i'm going to be allowed to take. as a concurrent student, i'm last in line. after the kids who are pre-registered. after the wait lists. after the people intending to major. after the people intending to minor. basically, i've sat in on four one and a half hour classes to be told that "sorry, we have no space" in three of them. i had the greatest schedule set up too. classes on tuesday and thursday. from twelve thirty to six twenty. imagine me, sitting in class for six hours straight. i figured if napoleon could conquer europe, the least i could do was sit still for six hours. all my classes were going to be in the same building too. actually, all my classes would switch me between only two rooms. it would of been interesting to see if i could of stuck with that kind of schedule.



now i'm faced with having odd class times spaced out monday through friday. that will just tempt me to skip class. luckily, the hassle of parking and shuttling to campus is a big deterrent to running away. that same hassle is a big deterrent to actually going to class in the first place, but i digress. the four classes i wanted to take was: short fiction, personal narrative, editing and poetry. right now i'm only in the poetry class. which seems like it might be fun but the class is conducted using a giant round table. where everyone can see each other. i don't like that. i prefer the traditional arrangement of rows and rows of desks, spaced evenly apart. i much prefer the back row. but in a circular educational arena, there is no back row. everyone is front row material. it'll be interesting. i'm hoping that maybe there won't be enough chairs so that i can huddle on the ground against a wall. out of sight and out of mind. i hate speaking in class. hate it.