The Frank Funny Farm

i'm taking my french midterm on friday, after much searching for the proper hoops to jump through, then jumping through said hoops. it's an online class, so they mail the exam to a suitable proctor, who then babysits me for three hours (hopefully less) and makes sure i don't cheat or something, then mails it back to them. sound simple, right? apparently the people in charge thought so too, so they added in some absurd difficulties for fun. the first is that i should be taking it at some sort of 'testing center' which belmont of course lacks. so that means i should find someone else who proctors, but it shouldn't be a professor - because they're busy and also might help me (WHAT?), but it must be someone wearing official pants or something. anyway, there's a language learning center that offers tutoring and help with, well, language learning, and the head of the dept., who's also an english professor, told me to contact the director of the center. i did, and after a few emailings and stuff he said he could do it, even though it wasn't exactly something they do there (don't tell the people at the university of kansas). so once all this is ironed out, i must go online and request the exam, giving them all the info about where, when and whom. i'm supposed to pick a date at least 10 DAYS after submitting the request so that the snails bringing it here will have plenty of time to get here. because simply emailing the bloody thing would put it on the internets where all those wily thieves hiding in the dark corners of the tubes can snatch it. ARGH. so anyway, they will send it faster as long as i pay for the extra shipping, which i did, partly because i want to take the thing and finish the course already and partly because dr. babysitter-man has graciously agreed to do it on friday. i, thinking i was being thoughtful and considerate in an effort to repay his kindness, told him any time on friday was fine with me. i get an email that says, well, just plan on showing up at 8:15 then. IN THE MORNING! i'm fairly certain i won't even be able to read english at 8:15 in the morning. this, my friends, cannot be good. ug. and on that note, i should probably move on to some other form of procrastination study some more. or go to kroger to get the things i lack to make the chili i want to eat when i get home from class. that's productive, and therefore not procrastination! ha!

Tags: 8:15 is too early for anything, french, procrastination, ridiculous red tape