where to begin....

I suppose that I should begin where I left off last, but I can't quite remember when that was... I found a latin class, though I think I may have gotten myself in over my head; there are only four of us, and I think that everyone else has taken latin for several years, but hopefully I'll be able to keep up by preparing ahead of time for everything. I would love to take a class on something other than cicero, but the only other latin course being offered is beginners latin, and it would be silly for me to do that again. now I just need to wait for tomorrow to find out how many units the class is worth, so that I'll know if I need to find another class or not.
speaking of classes, I got into the seminar that I wanted to take, but not without a good four hour period where I thought that I hadn't gotten in. the history department told us that they would post lists of who got into what classes on monday, since they work their system off of a lottery: they draw forms from those turned in, and give people their top choices if their available. I wrote down 1,2,3,4,5,&6 for the class that I wanted to take, and added a note that I had already gone to the seminar once (even though it wasn't required) and would cry if I didn't get in. well, I went upstairs yesterday morning and while looking around found the list of students enrolled in each seminar. and my name was no wear to be found. I felt ill. I walked over to the secretary's office, to see if I could talk to someone about it, and there was no one there. I then had to sit through latin and northern irish history (which I was late for because the career center which I generally pass through was locked for lunch so I had to go back around....) before I could do anything. finally, I went upstairs to the history department again, determined to smile, beg, or cry, do anything, to get into this class. while I'm upstairs waiting for the secretary, the professor who works next door asked if there was anything she could do. I started to explain what had happened, and I'll be damned if I didn't start tearing up. she walked over to the other secretary's office with me, explaining that the other secretary was NOT the person to talk to (apparently she's not a very pleasant person; I had heard this from others as well). when we got to the other office she pointed to a paper on that bulletin board, which had the names of visiting students who had been enrolled in the seminars. and whose name was at the top of the list for 'iona, columba, & kells'? that's right. mine. so I got in after all without have to smile or beg or cry (though that happened anyways).
I'll continue my update of the goings on of the past few days after my classes.