College Workshop 100

It went well today. No testing for this portion of the workshop, and there won't be any testing for me tomorrow either. The reason for this is I'm not planning on being part of Smart Jobs, which is a quick run through school and a major push into the workforce within 2 months. I am instead going with a curriculum, which requires transcripts and the taking of either the ASSET or COMPASS test. So I won't have to be at the college until 10:30 tomorrow, but I'm still going to Sparkle City early. My aim is to be at the One Stop Center at 9 AM to get enrolled in the WIA program, which will help pay for my schooling for two years. Then I'll go finish up at the college and get home before 1 PM.

There are two hitches in my Master Plan.

• Hitch #1: In order to have my schooling paid for, I'm pretty certain I have to attend Spartanburg Tech. This means no vet tech education until I'm in a better position to transfer schools and carry the burden of tuition myself. However, there is hope! STC has a medical technology program that sounds perfect. I get to play mad scientist and observe hideous human emissions through a microscope, but I don't have to deal with people that much. Also, the classes for medical technology sound an awful lot like the classes I'd need for veterinary technology, so I could probably transfer credits when I'm ready.


• Hitch #2: STC's Spring Semester begins in January and ends in May. I checked the Spring Break schedule and it's from 3 through 7 of April. This will be when I can go to England. February is out because I'll be in school if everything now goes as planned. It's a bitch to have to postpone this again, but I don't see any way around it.

I'll find out more tomorrow regarding my options when it comes to going somewhere other than STC. ::firm nods::

In social news, I made a friend at the workshop today. Her name is Sherleen and she's refugee from New Orleans. She was one of the many folks who were placed in the Upstate. Sherleen was a school bus driver back in NO and she's thinking about going into early childhood development as she starts her new life in South Carolina. The poor woman was frozen stiff this morning and it was only in the low fifties. This dude Steve bought her a cup of hot chocolate. I would have, but the ATM I went by on the way to town was broken and I had no money. Anyway, I told Sherleen if there was anything I could do, just let me know. She said she would like to just hang with me during all this due process because she's just really unsure of everything, being displaced and losing so much. I feel for her. So, I think we're gonna be buds.

On my way home, I was behind a car with a rear tire swiftly losing air. I honked my horn at the driver and waved them over, rolling my window down to tell them of their misfortune. It's always best to catch a flat early, so your rim won't cut your rubber. Here's hoping she could get it patched and move along without having to buy a tire.

So that was my good deed for the day. Back to your regularly scheduled program of misanthropy and Sithliness.

Paranoia

Do I know you?
Did my ex send you?
How do I know you're not from the FBI?
Are you following me?
Are you looking at me?
Are YOU looking at ME?

( why won't you leave me alone? )

Pimpin' for PaYnE

The dudes are getting their press kits together now. If you'd be interested in receiving a press kit from PaYnE, please write to them: theguys@payneband.com.

More than likely, I'll be helping collate these goodies in order to get them out ASAP. Getting the word out about good music is always just so exciting!

Rumble Cat

Shmoop has gone and gotten herself into a feline bar room brawl. She came back home with a tear in her right ear and a few tufts of fur gone. Smidgen was around Shmoop's age when she came home with a bite on her toe. With Smidgen, I lean in the direction of her being the victim in her fight, because Smidge is simply a sweet-natured little lady. Shmoop, on the other hand, most likely deserved the ass-kicking she came home with because Shmoop is a little loud-mouthed brat.

I've washed her ear thoroughly, dried it gently, and applied polysporin. I'm also on high alert for the next couple of days to see if any of those missing tufts become abscessed bites. I'm hoping that's not the case. The entire time I doctored Shmoop, she talked to me, not in an "ow you're hurting me" way; rather, in a "fake animal doctors make for such iiiiiinteresting people" way. Just very conversational, like she was at that beauty shop in Steel Magnolias. I adore that kitten, even if she is a little smartass.

I expect her to come home with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in her arm fur and sporting a "MOM" tattoo.