It's Official.

I have officially been "invited" to manditorily participate in the New Student Orientation in Santa Barbara. I have completed all of the requirements of the NSO-Online in a satisfactory manner... even though I'm convinced my student small group leader was either displeased with us or totally screwing with us. He actually compared orientation to a game show at one point.
I commented that I was just happy to not be going home with consolation prizes.
Not sure if he was amused.

So, I'm going to take the Stats exam to see if I test out of the no-credit Beginning Statistics course even though I really want to take the course. I can take it for "feedback". Which would be really nice. I haven't done stats as a course since 1995 and then for a Research course in 1999. Cosmic Forces of the World, help me.
I thought by taking the intro class, I'd do much better in Intermediate, which is a requirement by the end of my second year I believe.
I hope I got that question right during orientation. Crap, now I have to go back and look.
I have much to read and articles to stude as well as locating a copy of "Statistics for People who Think they Hate Statistics", which sounds like it was written for me. My Santa Barbara roommate suggested it to me.

I meet my cluster group on Saturday. Unfortunately, it's a 2 hour drive, minimum and the meeting lasts 10a - 6p. Which means I leave around 7:30 because I'd rather be early than stupid-looking and won't get home until after 8pm. Good thing S is in Providence this weekend.
Happy 90th, Gramma H!
And, byt the way, S missed his plane that left the gate 10 minutes early because he was pooping. Which has provided me with such amusement that I am at a lack of words to describe the whole situation. This is good because it has been a tough week, emotionally and physically.
Tuesday would have been the 21st birthday of a kid I was really close with, who died in December.
It was also a really rough day for S and it carried over through today.
I thought I'd kicked the nasty bug with antibiotics but this week it kicked back stronger than ever. I didn't know my glands in my neck could stick out this far. Luckily, little work has a deadline outside of actually going to and doing work.
I feel kinda poopy. Actually, I feel really awful, I'm just trying to convince myself I'm okay and don't need more medical intervention. I'm losing the argument with myself.
And S is gone until Sunday.
Bah.