John Hattaway

So, my life got flipped, turned upside down. As of yesterday, February 1, 2005, I am no longer a full time day student at Southern New Hampshire University and am relegated back to the declination of night student starting in March. The details of why I have fallen, so far, are not important, but the notion that I am not pursuing the dream… you know, go to school full time, has been shattered. Regardless, I am taking it rather well, looking forward to the next two classes (at night) and wondering what the future holds.

Part of the reason to attend day classes was to get more credit hours out of the way. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be attending SNHU’s CE (Continuing Education) department during the spring and summer sessions… I do have a certain number of credit hours I wanted to knock out of the way before the start of the next school year… and by looking at my schedule, at the number of classes I can take over the next three terms, and the number of credits I wanted to end up with, I will end up within three credit hours of where I wanted to be by the end of the summer.

The problem that has arisen is that I now need to find a job that pays a lot better than the bookstore where I work. Bookstore are fun, and all, for someone who doesn’t know what they want out of life – or Clementine in the movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. That life is no longer my life. I have plans. I have a dream. I’m going somewhere, someday, Mr. Formanellie (That 70′s Show parody of some John Travolta movie).

As a result of no longer being in school the stack of books I have became rather obsolete. I don’t need them. Fortunately, for me, the bookstore has agreed to buy them all back for what I paid for them… but I have to have the receipts. One of the receipts (not for the series of books purchased with that receipt) was located in my playwriting book. So… I got the larger portion paid back to me (or put back on my check card) and was sent home to find the other receipt.

Anyway, anyone who knows me (and Debbie and I had a short discussion on the unfairness to whomever I marry in this regard) knows that my living space (i.e. bedroom) is a disaster. Has been a disaster. And continues to be a disaster. Not exactly the best source of finding things in a pinch. Truth told, I am still looking for my wool beanie, skull cap… whatever you call it, among the ski items I tossed in a pile and never did anything with.

Right this second, right now, it’s not so bad. The reason, I needed to find that receipt. School books are expensive. As such, getting the money paid for them back is a good thing. Because I am poor (read previous entry) and have some bills that need to be paid… two of which stopped me from getting all of the financial aid I needed for school, I pretty much have a road ahead of me where getting the money back would be a VERY good thing. Money is good, debt is bad. Apparently this is something I need to learn VERY VERY badly. At least, that’s what the financial aid people told me yesterday.

Regardless, spent the bulk of the evening looking through papers and receipts for the darn thing and then, on a whim, looked in the leather coat I’ve been wearing lately and there it was. Heh. Imagine that. The item I was looking for was actually on me while I was returning books and could’ve been used had I known it was there and I didn’t and had to come home, start laundry, and clean up the bulk of my mess just to learn that, well, I had it on me all the time. Kinda funny. At least, it was to me. The real joke, though, is that I actually worked on cleaning my room.

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