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Time. I am always pressed for time while I write. Today, I have found my silent solace in the library of Chattahoochee Technical College. I think I will be posting from libraries as often as possible in the future. It is therapeutic.

Once again presuming that someone was paying attention, my last post before the gap left on a cliffhanger. I got coerced into applying to a local college for winter quarter at the last minute. As my broadcast location testifies, the expedition was indeed 'successful'. I am now up to my neck in shit.

My mother is a wonderful woman. I hate her.

I have no money. She has no money. I am supposed to be looking for a new job. I am supposed to be fixing up the house. I am supposed to be getting fit.

"What? You want me to spend three hundred dollars on tuition and books and saddle myself with the responsibility of going to class and writing research papers? Sure Mom! That's a terrific idea!"

I am sure that sounds pessimistic and/or lazy. But I have been to college before and failed spectacularly; I cannot afford magical thinking. I am, at present, still a person with problems.

My class starts at six o' clock. It is now five twenty-six.

The worst of it all is what I did after I got registered:

nothing.

I spent the two weeks of Christmas break hanging out with my friends as much a possible. I did not finish my hurried school research and make sure everything was in order, I did not look for a new job, and I did not catch up on helping mother. Bite me in the ass, indeed.

Self-referential code language, indeed.

To anyone who just started reading this: I said in December, before a hiatus from this blog, that my complacency was going to bite me in the ass. It has.

Now, you see the problem I have with the blog? I cannot constantly restate everything I have previously said for the sake of a hypothetical new reader. I would never get anything said!

My class starts in twenty-five minutes.

I am taking just one course, ENG 191, also known as 'Composition And Rhetoric'. In the state of Georgia, which has an otherwise dismal educational system- even by American standards- we have a wonderful thing called the HOPE scholarship. Helping Outstanding Students Educationally. Yes, it is a mangled acronym. Who cares? The HOPE program will pay all your tuition to any state college if you meet the following requirements:

1.You must have and maintain a 3.0 cumulative GPA

I did not graduate from high school with a sufficient average. To get the scholarship after high school, a student must achieve a three-point-oh after a minimum of thirty attempted and earned semester credit-hours. I attempted and earned twenty-seven semester credit-hours during my previous college excursion. I have a GPA of exactly three-point-oh, despite how badly that whole business turned out. To get the HOPE scholarship, I need only complete one additional course and score a three-point-oh or above. I found all this out during my frantic college research in December.

ENG 191 will transfer to any college in Georgia no questions asked, and I took no english course last time. It seemed a good choice. My mother wishes I had signed up for full time classes.

My class begins in eight minutes. I am going to the classroom.

May you all have a nice day today. 
Included @ 1/08/2004 05:03:00 PM; And so on, etcetera, etcetera.

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