Lucky 17

I survived another Southerners camp and today was my first day of school...again. Today I found out why they won't let you take more than three graduate classes at one time. My English professor casually outlined the syllabus for my first class, including the part where I have to buy and read 17 books! The only thing that's lucky about my moms number now, is that luckily I now know not to schedule more than one English class a semester until I graduate:) On a better note, it's a professor I like, even if he is hard, and my friend from Finland, Katja, came back and is in the class doing her graduate work too!

I've had to run around quite a bit, but I think I finally have a schedule. I registered and paid for three classes on Monday and got put on a waiting list for a required one-hour seminar. However, on Tuesday when the failed to tell me I got into the seminar, the school dropped all of my classes because I had not paid in full--I had not paid for the one class I didn't know I had. Though I only found this out today when I showed up to class, wasn't on the roll, and asked nicely to stay until I could get it fixed. By this time, the classes I was originally scheduled for were full so I had to go to those teachers and tell them what happened and ask them to accept me as an overflow--seriously?

After you go through trying to start all of your classes, it's almost nice to show up to band from 4-6 every day to a goup of people you've been with and know. We have three songs on the field and we're finishing the closer as I write:)

The only other drama is from our not-so-friendly apartment-mates. When we first moved in, I felt like it was hurting them to take a minute and introduce themselves. Silly me to think you should know your neighbors.
So each apartment gets two parking spaces marked by your apartment number. For the past two nights, the girls next door have been in our spaces. (If you have guests, there's a lot in the back by the dumpster). Michelle left a note on their car this morning before she left for school asking them to please use their provided spaces so we can park in ours. The note we received back:

"Sorry. Somebody was parked in ours when we got home! I don't think it will hurt you to park anywhere else but your own spot! Get used to it. It happpens all the time!"
--14

Aren't they delightful? I also got a knock on the door from the guy that lived in our apartment last year asking for his mail. ??? Do I look like a post office? I kindly told him I sent it all back to the PO, so he should look there or ask for a reprint of his bills from all of his companies. I could have thrown it away if I was someone who really didn't care.

I do like the apartment, though. I feel safe sleeping upstairs, and our kitchen is definitely larger than the one in the old house across from Stone Center. Plus Michelle and I already know how to live together. It is different with her having a full time job and me being a student, but we get time to hang out and are considerate of each other.

I know you're all just dying to have my new address, so if you want to drop a hello or a colored picture or something:

506 Park Avenue NW
Apt 13
Jacksonville, Alabama 36265

Yes, I know I'm in the unlucky numbered apartment, but I live on Park Ave!:)
Wonder what the second day of school holds?

Cheers,
erin