On graduating college:
Okay, so nobody told me I needed a minor to graduate until last week, when lillyv mentioned hers in passing. In particular, my advisor didn't tell me I needed a minor to graduate. Of course, that shouldn't be surprising. The last time I saw my advisor, I asked him, "Does this schedule leave me with all my requirements filled?" and he said, "Do you think it does?" From a therapist, that would be an okay answer. From my academic advisor, that's, uh, less than helpful. Anyway, the guy's useless, and I should have just picked my own classes and figured out the requirements for myself. Next time I get my B.A. in philosophy at Pitt, I'll know better...
Thankfully, it looks like I accidentally minored in linguistics. Accidentally. I'm not arguing, mind you. If I graduate, I graduate.
On the universe paying him back for the above:
My Logic prof. gave us a take home test that was due between classes, not on the day of class itself. He's done this once or twice before, but this time I slipped and assumed it was due on the next class meeting. So tomorrow morning I get to go in and grovel before this guy, whose class is, uh, kind of tedious, so I tend to sit in back and doze off and I don't think he likes me much. But grovel I must, or I'll wind up having accidentally failed the exam (and maybe the class), which I suppose would be fair karmic payback for accidentally minoring in linguistics.
On Withdrawing from a class:
I was in the associate dean's office today anyway, to hand in my graduation application, so I asked for a withdrawl form. The nice guy behind the desk told me that it was too late to just withdraw without special permission — and then I'd have to give a good non-academic reason ("I got mono." "My grandmother is on fire." "This bleak fall weather fills me with a sense of nameless dread.").
At the Supermarket:
snowth and I were in Giant Eagle the other day and she pointed out that I was staring at the dairy case as if someone had just died. Later, she told me it looked like I'd been magically picked up out of a funeral and deposited in front of the dairy case, with no idea how I'd gotten there. Really I was just mystified by the yogurt selection, but lately those little decisions have been fraught with way more importance than they deserve.