Yeah, about last Tuesday.

Yeah, about last Tuesday.

If my mom was wondering why she was crossed off my Chanukah list this year she should read this blog. I consider last Tuesday a comedy of errors in so many ways. It started with a manicure, a time frame, and ended with a burger. The last sentence may sound weird, but I assure you by the time you are done reading this it blog entry it will make a lot of sense. I talked my mom into getting cal gel manicures with me at Marie Nails. I love the place, and they do an amazing job on my nail art.

I am a little obsessed with art on my nails these days, and thought since my mom got basic gels we should just go at the same time to get manicures. Little did I know that I was creating a monster when I talked her into getting butterflies on her thumbs last month. This month I told her to pick from a nail design magazine, and boy did she pick a good design. However, designs are hand painted and they take some time to do. I told her I booked her for a gel pedicure, and a four design gel manicure. She ended up picking a ten design manicure. This was a problem, but the ladies at Marie’s really wanted to accommodate her request, because I have been going there for two years.

So they did accommodate her, but at my expense. The designated time for her manicure was an hour and a half, and it should have been enough time, but with the intricate designs she picked it took two hours and fifteen minutes. The girl that did her nails was booked to do my pedicure, and I had to give up my pedicure. Unfortunately my mom was completely clueless that she caused such a problem. Or was she? On a normal day I would have just waited for my pedicure, but that day I needed to meet someone in Santa Monica at 5pm.

Since my mom ran over her allotted time not only did I miss my pedicure, but we ended up being an hour late to meet my friend in Santa Monica. I was so annoyed at her, and the whole way to Santa Monica she kept laughing nervously. She knew it was more funny than tragic, and it all really did not matter, but I kept telling her that her nails were grounded for not respecting other people’s time, and punishing her nails was the topic of the drive. To cover my ass for next time I booked her extra time at Marie’s Nails to avoid this situation from ever happening again. To this day her nails and I aren’t friends right now. Once we got to Santa Monica I ran out of the car, and into Starbucks to meet with my friend.

My friend and I talked for an hour, and I thought it was only going to be twenty minutes, so my time frame was totally messed up, and by the time we left we were ridiculously hungry. My mom and I made a game day decision to stop at the habit for burgers on the way home. I was still talking smack on the way home about her nails, and we were laughing about the whole thing. We got to the habit, and I ordered my burger without mayo, but with Thousand Island dressing. They gave us our order and told us my hamburger was marked with an x on the packaging.

After we got our food we hoped back in the car, and raced home to eat. I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands while my mother separated our food onto plates. My mom was so hungry she had already begun to eat, and was half way through her burger. I sat down and I started to eat, but noticed I had mayo on my burger. I said out loud something like I guess putting Thousand Island dressing on my burger was too hard for them to remember. I looked over at my mom when I said this and she turned bright red. All of a sudden I realize my mom was eating my burger. To recap she made me late, took up the time for my pedicure, and ate my burger. No gift for her!

Claustrophobic much?

School has begun with a rush of energy and a lot of mishaps. To start I have a new email that I did not even know I had. The school set it up for me, and it also set up my Moodle account. Moodle is an on line class room where teachers post lecture notes, essays, grades, assignments etc. I think you get the general idea. The Moodle and new Gmail account were not set up by me, but the school automatically set it up. I believe this was done to make my life easier.

This set up only complicated things in the bubble of Staci that I currently live in. Over a week ago all my professors sent me an email that included the syllabus, their email, assignments due, and reading for the first week of class. I did not get any of this information until the first day of school. To say I was frustrated was an understatement. Discombobulated is how I would describe my mind state during this first three days of class. Most of the information I was given just aggravated me, and confused me further.

Monday after school I ran home to try to access this email account I had. However, I did not set up this email, and did not even know my log in name or password. I searched my CSUN home page for any information on how to get onto my email. Finally after 30 minutes I found my log in, but still did not know my pass word. There was also no clear explanation of how to get my password. Finally after an hour I called the IT line at CSUN.
It turned out I needed to log out of the schools portal to gain access to my new Gmail account. The person I was speaking to told me my password was the same as my log in for the school, and same applied for model. I asked how I was supposed to know that. He told me I was sent that information in an email. Guess what He was right, but I only found out he was correct after I logged onto my new email account that I did not sign up for.

The log in instruction was the first email that was sent to an account I did not know I had, and that I had no access to. Awesome! Then I realized I was a week behind in my reading, but I got all caught up by Wednesday. So not that all that was out of the way I could hunker down and start to study. I have, but the classroom situation is also a little out of hand. In every class I am attending there are a minimum of 60 people, and a maximum of 120.

Every class that I am enrolled is at capacity, but the first week a lot of students try to add classes. Over 50 people in each class have been trying to crash the course. In a lecture hall that can only accommodate 120 people there are over 200 people crammed into the room trying to add the course. I wish I could say I am used to it, but every semester it makes me so uncomfortable.

I am a small girl, and I am not even 5 feet tall. When everyone towers over you, and you are jammed into a class room that has standing room only, and there is a person against every wall it is hard not to feel overwhelmed. There is a sea of people crowding around me, and it makes it hard for me to breath. The first week I always sit next to the door, so I can flee if I really need to. By the end of the school day I am so exhausted from the fear of being trampled by a mob of taller than me people.