My weekly update

I'm sure I'll be glad for the writer's strike once school starts back up and I don't have the distraction of new shows, but I'm missing good TV during my month-long hiatus. Of course, I could opt to use this time for personal enrichment or cleaning the house or going through the absolute avalanche of clothes in the children's rooms (only about 5% of which actually fit the children currently and, in the case of a certain insane 4 year old, do not have any designs on them), but naturally I'm choosing to just watch stupid reality shows and reruns and whine.

I'm also continuing my obsessive reading about all things med-school related. It's fun and new to me to be so interested in something for so long that is not a man or a child. I write practice personal statements in the shower, review calculus from library books in preparation for physics (god help me, I hate physics). I was beginning to get pretty seriously discouraged this week, when it became apparent that the final exam I took for my distance learning organic chemistry class on December 20 was just not making it to its final destination. The prospect of possibly having to retake the 4 hour exam was not pleasant. I spoke with people at both the proctoring service and the distance learning university several times, and finally lost my cool with one of them this morning - miraculously, 5 minutes later she called to say that the exam was sitting in their mail room and had never been sent. It does seem to me that if the job of a proctoring service is just to watch you take a test and then mail it, they ought to actually DO the mailing, but I'm so relieved that it isn't forever eaten by the postal system I guess I'll get over it. Of course, now I have to begin waiting in earnest for my grade - I hope I don't regret hounding them to find the test.

Discouraged and cranky

I'm having a very grumpy day, kick-started by a very long night of screaming by wretched boy twin, who is implementing his own brand of daylight savings in the form of staying up all night. In addition, big boy was off school today because of the election and was on my very. last. nerve. all day. PMS may also be a factor in the mood extravaganza. The biggest piece of the grumpy-ass pie, though, has to be the information I got today from the med school where I want to go, which indicates that I need to retake 3 classes I was told a few months ago I do NOT need to retake, due to their (and my) advanced age. Crappity crap crap crap. So now I have to revise my whole plan again, and my dream is starting to feel more like a hallucination (an hallucination?), like a fading mirage.

To paraphrase Forrest Gump, sometimes there just isn't enough chocolate.