So, I turned 21 yesterday. This is a milestone that most don't remember, but I do. I remember promising myself that I would start a blog and post at least once a week. I have blogged a little before, but I couldn't track down my old blog. So I am starting new. It's a fresh new life for this blog.
Yesterday I went to OSU for my transfer orientation. I want to speak a little bit about it, because it was, hands down, the worst orientation I have ever been to. I don't want to go into all the details, but I fail to understand why lecture halls need to be so frigidly cold. What is the deal? You could have hung slabs of meat from the ceiling of this particular room and it wouldn't have spoiled. It was cold I could barely hold my pen to take notes. So cold.
After 75 minutes in the arctic tundra, we were led to another lecture hall in another building to go over our DARS (Degree Audit Report). I already know how to read a DARS, and I would say that most of the other transfer students did as well. The 35 minute lecture on it was simply not helpful. I next met with my (somewhat flighty) academic advisor. I waited for at least an hour while she was with other students, and while I waited I used my time to compare my DARS with the list of open classes for this coming quarter. I was racking my brain trying to get classes that fit my schedule and fit into my degree requirements. Needless to say, I am not taking any of those classes that I tracked down myself. Instead I am in a weird smattering of courses, one which is a study of cannibalism in American literature. So excited. (I am very happy to be going to OSU, don't get me wrong. It was just a long day.)
I needed to meet with the Financial Aid office to clear up some questions, but my poor sister and I got so lost on campus. I don't understand why we weren't escorted where we needed to go by someone at the university. I wasn't the only one who was dazed and confused, I promise you that. Financial Aid, when I finally found them, offered no real help at all. I'm going over all of their heads anyway. That's just how I roll.
Finally I went to get my BuckID. I walked, waited, and sat to get my picture taken. I came to found out after the fact that my name is spelled wrong on my ID.
Icing on the proverbial birthday cake? I think so.
More for the next time, my friends.
Loagan