With Cheese!

Okay, not a bad day here, not bad at all. Started the registration process at school today. On the one hand, it’s still a bit antiquated at Texas Wesleyan, with forms and such to fill out. On the other hand, hell, there just aren’t that many grad/counseling students, so it’s not like it’s much of a hassle anyway.

My classes next semester:

Multicultural/Cross-Cultural Counseling

and

Research Methods and Program Evaluations.

The former sounds cool, and the latter sounds like more stats-intensive stuff. Ugh.

Can’t take the sexuality class next semester, unfortunately. But I’ll get around to it eventually.

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I’ll have the same prof for both classes next semester. Dr. Crook also teaches the appraisal/assessment class I’m in now, and I’ve gotta say I like him a lot. In another teacher’s hands this class could just be murder. He’s no blow-off, but he is fair, and he does as much as one can do, I suspect, with that particular topic.

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One of these semesters I’ll have to take a class taught by the head of the program, Dr. Ellison. He’s a nice man, fun to be around and all, but I’m told his classes are TOUGH. In fact, in one of them you’re expected to read the DSM IV. That’s the mental health industry bible. It’s just shy of 1000 pages, and it is the be-all, end-all reference for professionals. Part of me thinks I should buy it over the Christmas holidays and get started even though it’ll be at least summer before I’m in an Ellison class.

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I had to eat in the campus cafeteria today, which… you know, for an experience right out of 1972, isn’t all that bad. Heck, I think I actually had Shake ‘n’ Bake chicken there today.

But I’ve been there twice, and each time was sort of confusing.

Last time, as you may recall, they tried to charge me the teacher rate. Ha ha, Yeah yeah, I’ve got grey hair.

This time they scanned my ID, then just stared blankly at me when I asked whether I pay before or after I eat.

“Your card went through just fine.”

Uh… I’m supposed to eat for free?

“Looks like it.”

But I don’t live on campus or anything…

“Oh, hold on.” (Scans it again). “Okay, I see. $5.75.”

I offered my debit card.

“Oh no, we don’t take those. Just cash.”

Dang! Okay, plan B… I’ll hit Subway… thanks anyway…

“No, go ahead.” (Points at the food). “On us.”

Uh… okay.

So at this point I’m not 100% clear if I’m even supposed to pay when I eat there.

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By the way, if I didn't want chicken, I could have had "nachos--with cheese!" (their words). They made cheese sound like a bonafide bonus they were throwing in with the aforementioned nachos.

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Ordered a Pugwash CD from NotLame today. Looking forward to hearing more of those tuneful… Irishmen? Can’t recall offhand exactly what spot across the pond they call home.

Check out some of the song samples though. Catchy, smart pop.

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Have a good evening.