Disappointment Extended

I got in touch with the admissions person at the Evanston Pivot Point (which I hear is a nicer, bigger school) and they told me that the August 30th class was also now full. I'm on the waiting list, but I've been told I have a spot in the September 27th class. I have a meeting with admissions on Wednesday to hammer out the last details. 

Also, I got a freelance writing job working on a Pathfinder supplement for The Le Games. I'll be working on undead themed magic items this time. I think the next thing I pitch will be magical beauty supplies. Yeah. If that flies, I'll see if I can't post some samples here.

Disappointment Realized

Two days ago I payed off the money I apparently owed my old bank because I needed to open a new account to be able to provide bank account information for my financial aid. They were supposed to email me a receipt that night. They didn't. I called the next day, they assured me it was on it's way, that they had just started their day. I had to call again this morning. The guy emailed it in minutes and I, after dropping The Goblin off at school, headed to the bank and opened an account. Then I drove to Pivot Point and went in to see the admissions lady. I was too late. My spot wasn't just filled, it was never really open in the first place. 

Fuck.  

Now my next option is to try to get into the slightly larger class at the Evanston Academy. I called their office at 3pm and their voice mail politely informed me that they were closed and that I should call back between 9am and 5pm, Monday through Friday. I dialed the extension of the admissions lady there and left her a detailed voice mail. Unfortunately, since it's Friday, I'm willing to bet I won't hear from her until at least Monday. At this point I have a bank account I don't need, no job and no school. I'm actually worse off than I had originally thought and that's scary.

Possible Disappointment

Apparently I was supposed to get the financial aide people bank information so that they could finalize my aide payment schedule. I was not aware of this. So, I have less than a week to resolve the issue and hope that one of the people who didn't show up to orientation doesn't want to actually attend school. Otherwise I'll be waiting until the January admission. 

On the up side, if I do get to start school next Tuesday, I've met my classmates. They all seem nice. We had to tell everyone our name, how we decided on the school and our favorite movie. The favorite movie is a replacement for the old question: who is your favorite designer/artist because not enough people in the past had a favorite designer. 

My name's Lovesmasher. I decided on Pivot Point because I had it recommended to me by several friends who work in the industry. I decided to say that my favorite movie was The Fifth Element because it's fashion forward and very stylized, and to that end I told them that my favorite designer is Jean-Paul Gautier, as he did the costume design for The Fifth Element. The woman after me (who had great skin, by the way) said that her favorite movie was Twilight. I immediately regretted putting thought into my statements.

Actual Beginnings vs. Training to Begin

So, in mid July I got a letter from Pivot Point saying that I'd be required to do orientation on August 2nd (today). I put the letter on my desk and remembered easily that today was orientation. Last night I checked the letter to see what time I should show up. It didn't have a time. I had the Goblin (my SO) check. It oddly still didn't have a time. Since it was ~8pm, I decided that I'd have to go to bed early so that I could get up in time to make it there by 9am. Luckily I had a rare moment of wisdom and called before I left the house. Apparently it's at 5pm... an odd time. 


So now my nervousness isn't just present, it's sharpened into a fine edge blade. I had a nightmare last night about getting asked my first day to come up in front of the class and do some simple hair thing, braiding, I think, and I had no idea how. I'm a bit worried about that, actually. Most of my peers will be young women who, traditionally, are taught about beauty regimens by their mothers. I lack, almost entirely, any pre-knowledge regarding anything involving cosmetology. Though, I've likely dyed more hair than most of them, so I suppose that's a slight advantage. I've even got hair bleaching horror stories (that I must never tell my customers) that I can make them laugh with. 

I begin school in earnest in a week. Actually, in exactly one week, I'll have been in my first class for two minutes already. Oh god. oh god. 

I'll let you know how orientation went later. For now, back to bed.