Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
Tuesday, August 31, 1999
Course Conundrum

And it came to pass that, as chronicled in yesterday's entry, I wanted a replacement course for Women's Studies 101, which I'll need to take another semester, with another professor, if I still wish to minor in Women's Studies, which is currently the plan. But that's a challenge for another day.

So I spent last night and much of this morning and afternoon combing through the course catalog in search of a suitable course I could overtally into. See, this is why I'd originally signed up for that extra Human Sexuality course on Tuesdays and Fridays, which might have been the perfect replacement, it also filling part of the Women's Studies minor... but as explained yesterday, it was no longer a viable option. So.

Ideally, I was looking for a course that would fill one of my few remaining core requirements, and, ideally, I wanted something that wouldn't require much writing, as I'll have more than enough written work as it stands. I tentatively settled on a Studio Art course, Graphic Design, as the best choice; it wouldn't fill any requirements, but it would fit my schedule perfectly (being Tuesday afternoon, when I didn't have any other classes), and it would give me a non-writing outlet for my creativity and stuff.

But, alas, at the start of class it was announced that computers were used in class, and that the lab only had enough systems to handle those students who were already registered for the course, so the four of us who wished to overtally in were out of luck. Oh, well.



From there, I went to Financial Aid about my work-study situation, which will have to wait for a future entry, after which I went to see my guidance counselor on campus, with whom I'd made an appointment on Monday. Under the circumstances, I figure it'll be a good thing if I have somebody to talk to over the next few weeks, and better it be with a professional who already knows me. So I told her about the crash, and my classes, and my job situation, and so on, all of which I actually seem to have a decent handle on so far, and made an appointment for next week, at which time we'll figure out what to do from there.

On the whole, I think I'd like to continue having weekly sessions, rather than waiting until I finally start dealing with the emotional issues and such, because if I decide to wait until I really need a counselor before making an appointment, I'm liable never to actually do so. Better to have the structure in place, I think.



Anyway, from there to the office of The Professor Whose Book I Proofread, But Which Didn't Matter As The New Edition Of His Book Didn't Actually Incorporate Any Of The Changes, as I discovered today was the accurate appellation for him. Oh, well. At any rate, I continued combing through the course catalog, borrowing his phone, and enlisting his help to check his computer for more information on some of the possibilites.

In such manner, I discovered that the one section of Fitness Through Diet and Exercise that fit my schedule -- a course I've been dreading, but one I'll have to take eventually, unless I end up taking a non-classroom Physical Education course -- was already booked, with no possibility for overtallying.

And then, looking through the catalog again, and scribbling down every viable possibility, no matter how remote, a thought suddenly occurred to me, and I checked the History offerings.



You probably don't know just how radical a statement that is. I don't like History. I never have. History, in my mind, is associated with the memorization of names and dates and places, which I've never been good at. History, in my mind, is boring.

However.

Last semester, a History professor substituted in my English Honors Seminar one day. And she was pretty good. Good enough that I found myself interested in taking a class with her, should a suitable opportunity arise.

See, the professor makes all the difference. I'd rather have a really good professor in a class I'm not so interested in, than a mediocre professor in a class that covers material that's up my alley. Especially if said really good professor is teaching a subject she's really interested in.

To cut to the chase, she's teaching a course in The History of the Indian Subcontinent on Monday nights. It doesn't actually fill any requirements I have, but it's three credits, and it looks better than the rest of my alternatives. So I'm going to see her tomorrow to try to get into the course, despite having missed the first session. A check of the computer shows that there are theoretically two slots still open, so I have hopes that this will work.



Medical update:

My feet are killing me, as I've spent a whole lot of time walking around, and my sneakers are somewhere in Connecticut, but I'm doing pretty well, otherwise.

As for my mother, they did some tests on her yesterday, and apparently her feet did respond to stimuli, so that looks good. And I think I forgot to mention previously that she's regained control of her arms. So while she's now expected to stay in the hospital through the weekend, things are looking promising, on the whole.

(It occurs to me that this clinches it: this journal really is most similar to Treacle Well amongst those journals I read regularly. Not that this matters to anyone.)

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