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I did the stupidest, most bone-headed, idiotic thing I could've done, ever. I thought summer school started next Monday, the 6th.
It didn't. It started this Thursday, June 2nd.
In an accelerated summer language class, I've now missed the first two days.
And I didn't find out about this because I looked at a calendar. Oh no. I found out because my thoughtful professor emailed me this afternoon asking if I was planning on dropping the class since I'd never showed up. Dear gods. I am an idiot. Yes, I am.
Sadly, the confusion stems from me, thinking that the final date for payment for summer classes (the date the Financial Aid website had) was the same date as when classes started. Yep, that's right, I was getting my date from Financial Aid. I should've known not to trust 'em.
So I got this lovely little note, because Japanese teachers everywhere are always so sweet, asking me if I planned on dropping because there were people on the wait list who would like to get in. And I dropped everything to email the professor back and to go visit her and to abase myself and bow as often and as badly as I could in the hopes that she won't secretly hate me for wasting her time.
Dear gods, what the hell was I thinking?? School never starts on a logical day like a Monday. That in itself should've told me my date was wrong. Classes always start on a Wednesday or a Thursday, to screw you out of that last weekend of relaxation.
I hope I haven't earned her eternal enmity. I hope I can catch up. I hope that my head doesn't explode on Monday.
I hope.
It didn't. It started this Thursday, June 2nd.
In an accelerated summer language class, I've now missed the first two days.
And I didn't find out about this because I looked at a calendar. Oh no. I found out because my thoughtful professor emailed me this afternoon asking if I was planning on dropping the class since I'd never showed up. Dear gods. I am an idiot. Yes, I am.
Sadly, the confusion stems from me, thinking that the final date for payment for summer classes (the date the Financial Aid website had) was the same date as when classes started. Yep, that's right, I was getting my date from Financial Aid. I should've known not to trust 'em.
So I got this lovely little note, because Japanese teachers everywhere are always so sweet, asking me if I planned on dropping because there were people on the wait list who would like to get in. And I dropped everything to email the professor back and to go visit her and to abase myself and bow as often and as badly as I could in the hopes that she won't secretly hate me for wasting her time.
Dear gods, what the hell was I thinking?? School never starts on a logical day like a Monday. That in itself should've told me my date was wrong. Classes always start on a Wednesday or a Thursday, to screw you out of that last weekend of relaxation.
I hope I haven't earned her eternal enmity. I hope I can catch up. I hope that my head doesn't explode on Monday.
I hope.
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Date: 2005-06-04 01:35 am (UTC)*hugs you soothingly*
That? That is something I have feared doing my entire academic career... However, I'm certain it won't be as bad as you fear it will be. Maybe you can look at the first few lessons on your own? If you know one foreign language, sometimes the process of learning another isn't so bad.
*pet pet pet*
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Date: 2005-06-04 02:02 am (UTC)Which might force me to suspect that other strange adventures might be true too. (And frustrates me, because I never have Giles-related dreams!)
But I did get the course book, workbook, and syllabus from the prof and am cancelling all weekend plans to focus on teaching it myself. *Shudder.* It'll all work out though. It will. It really will.
Thanks for the hugs lady.
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Date: 2005-06-04 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-04 06:15 pm (UTC)Anyway, thanks for the encouragement!
Konichi wa
Date: 2005-06-04 07:35 pm (UTC)