Well, it looks like this entire last quarter was a complete bust.

Tell me if this is fair. I took two online courses this last quarter, Algebra and Technical Writing. The Algebra class was trouble from the start -- for the first two or three weeks I couldn't get parts of it to work on my computer here at home, and when it was working it took me so long to do assignments and work on it that I spent all my time doing that. I tried my best to keep up with the Technical Writing during that time, but in the end I had to withdraw with a failing grade from the Algebra class because I was so far behind I could never have caught up on either. So I withdrew from the Algebra. I started really working on the Technical Writing. I turned in stuff even when it was late, but I did almost all the work. Literally all but about two assignments. It was late, yeah, but I did it and turned it in. The teacher had a message on the class website that if you had zeros on assignments to contact him and he would clear it so you could upload your assignments again. Okay, fine. I thought he was just a bit behind on grading stuff, so I didn't think anything about it when those zeros stayed there. The day before the end of the class when I turned in my final, I left him a message asking why those zeros hadn't been cleared when I had turned in all the work. Today I get on there and he'd left a message saying "Too late now". So the upshot of it all is that I turned in almost all the work, and yet I'm going to get a D in the course. Meaning if I don't want the whole plan screwed I've got to wait another fragging year to take the course again so I can erase that D, since I'm aiming to be a technical writer. So basically this entire quarter is a complete failure, and I'll be stuck spending even more money and my plans have been set back another year because this guy wouldn't accept work I turned in. They only teach technical writing once a year. So I'm stuck here another damned year.

I failed out of a class so I could try to save that course. I did the work. But I've failed both.

And meanwhile I'll be spending all this money to take everything anyway since I've lost my Hope scholarship money.

This is all so totally wrong.


On top of all that, either I've got a bad leak in a pipe in the basement or my neighbors do. The guy who cuts my grass was here this morning. He pointed out that the whole side of my yard near the fence is soggy. I was aware of the soggyness in front of my garage door, but not that over on the other side of the house. There's a regular little stream over at the fence separating my yard from my neighbors' yard. Thing is, my pipes are all in the middle of the house for the bathroom and the other side of the house for the kitchen. The grass guy and I couldn't figure out where this was coming from. I've been hearing something in the bathroom like a leak, but not in the kitchen. But as I say, why would it be all the way over at the other end of the house? That's why I'm thinking it may have something to do with the neighbors, since they're slightly uphill from me and if they had a leak it could be going through my foundations and into the basement. Anyway, I'll have to call a plumber and see what they say. Joy.

That credit card I applied for would be really welcome in the mail right now.


And I tried to download an album off ITunes this morning and only half of it downloaded and it says there's no disk space even though there's 2.5 gig free now since I archived and erased all those podcasts. Everytime I have it check for music it acts like it's downloading, then once it's done it says there's no disk space. So the idiot Apple product apparently can't see my computer has over 2 gig free. And people claim Apple is better than Windows?


And yesterday the staff at the vet where I took the kitten to be euthanized sent me a sympathy card. Thanks, folks. I really needed to be reminded that I'm a complete failure and someone who kills kittens. Thanks. I really, really needed that.

Part of me just wants to stay home from work and slit my wrists.