I want a job.

To get a job, I've decided it is necessary to have friends or family who will get one for you.

Thus, I'm still gainfully unemployed, and still searching. I have enormous amounts of free time, which is super-frustrating after the first four hours or so, but if you want to know what I've been doing with it (at least today), see my married-person blog, "This One's Still Kicking" (The name belongs to Tim).

The light at the end of the tunnel.

Dear readers,

The end of my undergraduate career is in sight. I have 2 hours left of class time and 2 finals to take. Then I'm done. 

What's weird is I'm kind of emotionally numb about this. Shouldn't I be jumping up and down for joy? I think about a week ago I had a sense of nostalgia, thinking that I wouldn't really be a "student" anymore. I've been here for four years now. I'm familiar with it. It is my life.

And on that note, it is my life. So without, I have virtually no life. Job? Thanks, but no. I have applied for several, but nobody seems to be hiring. On that note, I don't even really know what I want to do career-wise. It'd be nice to make more than minimum wage, though (which is my current salary at Orem Public Library--but other than that, it's a great job!) . . . 

I swear I'm worth something. I swear.

NOW IT'S PRINCIPLE!!!!

I'm a little bit miffed here.

After going to talk to my professor and e-mailing her repeatedly, she finally said she would submit a grade change for me if I "took responsibility" and wrote a letter of explanation. I did so. After continuing to bug her, she finally submitted the grade change, which was finally processed.

She changed my grade from a D+ to a C- (even though she said it would bring my grade to a solid C, not teetering on the edge of D-dom), which I don't really find satisfactory. Nor does it make any sense.

Still the worst grade I've ever received. But I'm not dealing with this lady anymore.