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| To be in school or not to be...That was the question...
I moved up here in June to go to grad school. September came around, I was all excited and everything looked like a go. I started attending classes, meeting people and living the crazy life of full-time student – full-time employee. About four weeks into classes I got an e-mail saying I had been deregistered because I didn’t pay my term bill. I had been calling the office of student services and financial aid since before school started to make sure I had filled out the appropriate paperwork. I cried and called dad who got the ball rolling again. The office of financial aid said everything was being worked out and I could resume attending class. I went to class for a couple more weeks thinking all was fine. I e-mailed the assistant dean to make sure my absence during the time when I was deregistered would be excused. She told me the issue hadn’t been resolved and I was still not in school. This was the week of my first mid-term. I couldn’t do any of the online readings (about 80% of my class work) or tests because of my status. Even if the issue had been resolved by the end of the week I would have missed two tests and been unable to prepare for the other three. I decided to stop trying to reregister. I took off a pretty big bite moving up here, starting a new job and full-time graduate school. The first time I was deregistered I was really upset. I have had so many issues with Rutgers University. The only easy part was applying. Maybe it just isn’t meant to be. When I decided to stop trying to enroll and work things out I felt totally relieved, peaceful. I am going to check into Columbia and NYU. Maybe I can start their program in the spring. I’ve also been applying for nanny jobs on line. Lots going on… | | |
| The School Scandal...A couple of months ago my status read something about being caught up in a scandal. Oh so true… I didn't have internet then so I couldn't share. I'm catching up today! My mid-term project for Diversity and Oppression was to attend a cultural event with someone from class of a different racial background. This ridiculously good looking man from Puerto Rico asked me if I wanted to be his partner for the project. The decision wasn't hard to make. He called one Friday and invited me out to a birthday dinner with his family. Perfect opportunity for the project! We went to an amazing resturant in Manhattan. It was uber chique. They treated me to everything. I had a great time. He drove me back home (which was also nice). We had some coffee and I talked about my family. I didn't really feel like I had a place to take him where he could get to know "my people", unless he was going to hop on a plane to Kansas! I showed I'm pictures and things around the house which are from home. He left. We agreed to meet at Central Park on Monday to go over the interview questions and wrap up the project. We met and started the interview process. I had several phone calls from a blocked number. I thought it was Monica because the bank comes up as unavailable. I picked up. A woman said she was throwing a surprise party for my partner and wanted to mail me an invitation, "Could I please have your address?" I gave it to her. I thought it was his sister-in-law whom I had met at dinner. The woman asked if I had a good time at dinner, if my partner had given me a gift (he had brought gifts for everyone) and my over all impression of the evening. I replied it had been a lovely dinner, he didn't bring me a gift, over-all I had gathered plenty of content for my paper. Then she asked, "What did you do after dinner?". I told her I went home… She asked when I was going to see my partner again. I told her we were actually together at the moment working on the interview questions. She asked to speak to him. I passed him the phone. He acted like he didn't know how to work it and hung up. The woman called back and told me, "I guess he didn't tell you very much about his family. I am his girlfriend of two years. He lives with me and I take care of his two babies. That car he drove you home in is mine. If I were you I'd get up from wherever you are and walk away right now". I told her I had no idea he had a girlfriend but this was just a school project, nothing more. She didn't believe me. She started to say a lot of bull shit. I told her I was going to finish my project and go on with my day. He acted like he had no idea what was going on and asked me how I got her number. I told him she called me. I thought it was all over. She called me back in the afternoon. I told her exactly what the project was about and my plan for accomplishing it. I thought we had come to an understanding. Apparently not. He called me on Saturday to invite me to a study group. I told him I couldn't go. She must have seen that he called me, thought I called him and started harassing me at 7:00am on Sunday morning. She called me every name in the book, threatened me with an "ass beating", all sorts of ridiculous nonsense. I tried to assure her I hadn't seen him, because I hadn't. I ended up just hanging up the phone. She harassed me for four hours! He called me later in the day and acted like he had no idea. Ass hole… he told me he is really attracted to me and he's breaking up with her. If I ever wanted to hang out outside of the project, he'd love to take me out. What a little Don Juan… I was pissed. I feel bad for that woman. I don't know what kind of stuff he was telling her. It doesn't excuse her behavior. But I can be a little more compassionate. All of that to not even turn in the mid-term project ;-P | | |
| Things saw this week....Check out the new photos:
http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=64892&l=4a05b&id=639885568
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| Is your refrigerator running?Apparently my old fridge grew legs and walked out of the apartment complex. I’ve had a heck of a time with my fridge since I moved in, in June. It just wasn’t keeping food as cold as I like it… or cold enough not to spoil (I lost a lot of milk and fresh produce). I talked to the super about it several times. When I signed the lease he offered to sell me the refrigerator for $100, promising it was in excellent condition. Two weeks later I was already tired of dealing with it. It’s been two months now. I asked him several times to fix it. He didn’t have time. So, I decided to get a new fridge and sell this one on craigs list. I found a buyer who was supposed to pick the fridge up tonight (Friday). Being a single girl living alone in the basement apartment I decided I didn’t want to have two guys whom I’ve never met come into my apartment to pick up this refrigerator. Last night, after much debate, I decided to move the fridge into the hallway. Only the superintendent, my neighbor and myself have the keys to get into this hallway. It’s full of clutter (kind of the super’s work space). I thought it would be a safe enough place for them to come pick up the fridge. I opened the door when I came home from happy hour to find the fridge was gone. No note. Nothing. I have no idea who took it to where. It’s a good thing the guys who were going to buy it had a change of plans. They would have come all of this way for a now non-existent unit! I don’t know who really steals a fridge! I left a voice mail for the superintendent saying he can keep it if he’s the one who took it but I’d like my $100 back. | | |
| Is that your sling-shot?The other day I was in the computer lab at work. A female client, probably in her mid to late 50’s, was using the computer to look for jobs on line. I had on a pair of pants that has a hard time staying up. I walked out of the room to meet with a client. When I came back the woman asked, “Was that your slingshot I saw?” I knew what she was asking. I told her “it wasn’t” for two reasons. 1) I was actually wearing granny panties that day; 2) If it had been a “slingshot” she wouldn’t have been able to see it. Her response was, “If I was your age I would wear them too”. As though I weren’t telling the truth! To make it even more awkward, the room was filled with men! We were the only two women. I see these men on a weekly basis. She had no qualms with them over hearing our conversation about my underwear. What an embarrassing moment. | | |
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