It's a good thing the orientation was required, though, because I learned something terrifying that has significantly added to my stress load. Apparently, you have to get a C or higher in a math class in order to transfer; for some reason, I never knew this. I thought a C- was good enough. I was wrong. It must be a C or better. This is really bad because I am definitely trending toward barely-passing-by-the-skin-of-my-teeth in my Finite Mathematics class. I can possibly pull a C-. I don't know if I can pull a C.
Why I have to f*ck up the one class I need for transfer I don't know.It's like my brain can't wrap itself around the concept of growing up and being adult, so it finds new ways to make me live on in a false-childhood.
But we'll see. Maybe maybe PRETTY PLEASE I'll pass the Finite Math with a C. I just have to do my best with what's left of the quarter.
SJSU's orientation wasn't all panic-attack, though. It was boring, yes. Lots of tedious speeches trying to get us excited to attend SJSU and urging us to be as active as possible while on campus, participating in everything and shit. Ugh. (I'd love to know where SJSU thinks the time to do all this will come from. The way they keep raising tuition rates, I'll have to work just to keep eating.) I ran into a couple of friends from DeAnza, so I had someone to hang out with, and that made the boring bits pass a little faster.
I didn't stay for the whole orientation. None of the art history advisers were available - tragically, they were already off traveling for research projects and unavailable for consultation - so after listening to the department adviser I went home. I hadn't slept well the night before so I was tired and just wanted a nap.
At RHA things were quiet, but I did have a man in his forties hitting on me. That was...awkward. I mean, first of all he's old enough to be my father, right? The first time he came in, I thought maybe he was just being friendly because he had just moved to the area and he was lonely. He had me looking up a 'lady friend's' phone number in the resident directory for him, after all.
But today he was like "I've traveled the world and see lots of stuff but now I just want to get married and settle down in the city and get a dog. Do you like dogs?"
And I was like "No, I don't like dogs, I hate them."
And then he talked about how he really wanted to smoke pot and he was sure he'd seen me smoking and walking around the property. I was like, eew. First of all, I don't smoke. Second, if I did, I would not be fool enough to do it at work. Third, I'm not sure if you brought this up because you're trying to be hip and cool or if you're just an aging hipster, but either way you sound kinda like a weird stalker.
But he just kept on going. Le sigh.
But yeah. One of my problems, I think, is that I don't blatantly bring my boyfriend up if it doesn't fit the conversation, like so:
Guy: "Do you like hamburgers?"
Girl: "No, but MY BOYFRIEND does."
I mean, I don't want to assume someone's interested when they might just be making awkward conversation and shoot them down and have them think "Ugh, that girl is so full of herself" for no reason? I don't know. I guess I think about it too much, or not enough.
At any rate, I probably should start bringing up the boyfriend more often. Usually I just bring out the Jesus Cockblock when the moment arrives.
Guy: "So...how do you spend your Saturday nights?"
Me: "I go to church."
Guy: "Oh, you're religious?"
Me: "Yes. Very. Conservative Christian."
Guy: "Oh...you're Christian?"
Me: "Yup. Very conservative!"
Guy's interest goes SHOOTING down.