Something just clicked about my going back to school. No, I don't mean in my head. Someone threw a switch in the great machinery of Berkeley beauracracy, and now the gears are revolving ponderously and servo-operated arms are stamping out the component parts of my brand new shiny Studentness. Today I fished an email from some automated campus notification system out of my Gmail spam folder and read in it that a change had been made to my spring registration. When I looked it up I found that not only have I been moved from waitlists to proper registration for the classes I need, my financial aid application has finally been processed and I am being offered a way to pay for said classes. Shocking! Please, Berkeley, don't be so forward! Put your skirts down you hussy! At least wait until Dianna's bought you dinner and met your parents!
This means that the day off for school business that I negotiated with my boss is now a day off to sleep in and eat pie. Monday: work. Tuesday: work. Wednesday: pie. Thursday: more pie. Friday: swear off pie. Saturday and Sunday: reconsider swearing off pie. That takes us almost to December, which is a good month for pies.
I've heard that 2006 is a good year for pies as well.Posted by dianna at November 20, 2005 01:44 PM