Registration…

Well, transfer orientation was today and it wasn’t as lame as I thought it would be. I’ve been to freshman orientation before and it was HORRID. I mean, they make you play stupid games and try to sell you on greek life. Not my idea of useful information. But luckily this one had the atmosphere of “we’ve done this shit before, let’s get it done in a few hours and get on with it.”

But really, since it’s a private university there’s limited spaces in every class…and everyone had to wait to register at 2:00, and not 1 second before, so it was seriously like waiting in line to get really good concert tickets. It was hilarious. I had prepared to fight for a seat (of 3 remaining) for the 1 class I’m taking, but it turns out…no one else was really prepared. It went like this:

2:00, the lady yells “OK, login and GO!” pretty much, and then I sign up for my class–annnd done. Everyone else in the room: “OMG I have a hold on my account!” or “NOOOO it won’t let me log in” or: “I don’t remember my password!”

It was funny. I thought so, anyway.

But yeah…school. I’m taking a concepts of fitness & health course. It’s half lecture on nutrition (geez, like I don’t know anything about nutrition), and half exercise. A few years ago I would’ve avoided this class like the plague, because working out in front of other students = torture. But now, whatever. I want an A.

The ways of education…

I’ve decided that I’m still learning. You would think that 2 years post-RNY, I would know my limits, know every little thing that would set me off or make me want to hurl or lie down or burst into epileptic sweat sessions. But no. I have decided that I will never know better. My little brain will always be plotting against me.

Why is that, you ask? Well. Sometimes I can eat a few spoonfuls of ice cream and just be peachy-keen. Then, like today for instance, I will eat something called a “flying disc” which is nothing more than cinnamon, dough, and sugar, and I will be sick. 50/50, my stomach is a rebellious teenager that either will or won’t cooperate.

And all that “I’m a perfect patient, I’ll NEVER touch sugar again, by God!” is a bunch of bull. Everyone wants to be normal again. I know it’s all moderation. But I’m still learning. As a result, I feel like crap today. Ohhh to be one of those people that learns from their mistakes. What’s that like?

Well, all I am sure of is that school is starting soon…I’m getting to that point in my college career that I need to declare a major, and, you know, stickwith it. Heh. SO. I’m going to be a librarian! Why not? I read more books in a couple of months than do most people in their lifetime. (Ok, this is probably not true, but I live in AL so it’s not ENTIRELY out of the range of possibility.)

So what this means…is I can essentially get any undergrad degree I want. Then go to grad school. So I guess English. My only problem with that is that…well. I hate English professors. I really do. It’s either “their way or the highway” and they all are so ego maniacal in their teachings…that if you’re not necessarily wrong, just because you don’t write like THEY do, you’re fucked. Huh. I need to overcome this.

But I am kind of looking forward to school this year, because I’m going to a private school that is the best in the city…I am SO over state schools. Even though this one will probably send me into spirals of debt, whatever. It’s better than the other schools. Pretty campus. Better (ie not-so-bitter-inner-city) professors. Better curriculum. I’m looking forward to it.

Decisions, decisions…

A funny thing about me: I change my mind a lot.

A lot.

Especially about school/careers/big decisions, the important things. I flit from one thing to the next, with this insane/idiotic kind of whimsy. The only thing I didn’t do that with was WLS–I wanted/needed that/had that seed planted in my brain for years. The other stuff, though, this is a problem. I bring this up now, because? Tomorrow I’m officially going to change my major at my college.

…My college where I went through insanely hard anatomy/physiology classes, took tests, and had literally one point away from a perfect score to get into nursing school, and BAM. I tell them, hey, um, nevermind. I do this not once, not twice, but three times. Yep. Get in. Flake out. Repeat.

I know, by the third time, after getting a full scholarship and paying for books (holy shit, nursing books are expensive!), uniforms, vaccinations, and fees…that this shit ain’t happening. (I already hear it all the time: you gave up a FULL scholarship in NURSING school, wtf is wrong with you, you big dummy?) But for some reason that is still on my transcript. My major: nursing.

And I am clueless as to what to change it to. To change it seems to admit failure on my part. That I couldn’t just do it, even for a while. I’m too far along in college to put “Undeclared”. I’m in a sort of academic limbo. I’m at the point of transferring to a 4 year university, but, uh….they probably want me to have a general idea of what the hell I want to dowith my life. Because before now? All I cared about was “being thin”. Ok. Great. Get thin, then deal with life. Because, obviously, being thin solves everything! Candies and sunshine!

Obviously, I’m no good at logistics/life planning. So tomorrow I will march into the admissions office and be all like “I need to change my major. To something else. Do you have a list?”