April 18th.

• Power

• Of

• Positive

• Thinking

I got enrolled today.

Finally.

Enrolments opened on the 13th; so I was there, on morning of the 13th… only to realise that it was still the 12th in Colorado… Mmm… right! Opps! (Back with that damn time difference!)

So, the night of the 13th here, I got down to enrolling. And I was so good! I got myself around the site just fine, took forever, but I managed it. The enrolments here compared to over in America are so different!

So much is so different!

Anyway, when I picked all my subjects, I clicked the little button that said ‘Confirm’. Thank you, very much!

But life cannot be that easy for Jessi, of course! Because all my subjects were 2nd or 3rd year subjects, they all had prerequisites on them (again, of course!). So none of them would let me enrol. I did what I normally did when life gets too hard, too late at night: moaned, shut my laptop, pushed it away, crossed my arms and sulked with my bottom lip dropped. I am so not mature enough to be heading overseas! :P

Within ten minutes I’d realised that it wasn’t going to fix itself with me just pouting about it, so again, I pulled up my email account and sent off an email to the man who’d fixed my problems before (God bless you sir!!) and waited. It just had to be a Friday, didn’t it?

In the meantime, I’d discussed my timetable wishes to my Mumma again. In case you’re wondering, we do talk. A lot! It went on something like this… ‘my first semester of my first year, I only had classes Tuesday arvo, all-day Wednesday, Thursday morning… It was heaven… I’d like to have something like that again! That way I could go exploring over my weekly long weekend…’ Well, start your engines and put on your walking shoes ‘cause we’re going exploring!

Mr Sir, who has been God-blessed above, emailed me back by today, and what a long five days it has been, refreshing my email account feverishly over the weekend with no avail. But when he did email me back, he brought good news. All the pre-req’s had been lifted! --WOOHOO!--

My lecture was thankfully very boring this morning, so there I sat with iPad at hand, re-rescheduling my timetable. Don’t worry, I looked up once or twice and nodded, very seriously, just to make it look like I was listening!… Anyway… àmore fluff à pressing confirm, and sure enough, a nice little timetable of Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday popped up… And, all in the afternoon, so I can be a slobby teen again who doesn’t wake up until some god-awful hour of the afternoon and rushes off to lectures with an apple in hand for breakfast and pillow lines still on her face. (I really want to say jokes… but I know one Sophie Klem who would testify that my sleeping habits are that outrageous when they are allowed to be!) Meh.

Who's the pretty little schedule? You are! Hehe.

On another note. Kaelyn Jeppson still hasn’t replied to my email… --sniff sniff-- I’m not that weird, am I? Okay, don’t answer that!

Jerks!

With luvs and kisses!

<3 

April 4th.

Ok, so most who are reading this will know the faith I have in the power of positive thinking and the notion of thanks.

No?

Well, I do!

It’s just a little quirk of mine.

Like how I don’t believe in coincidences.

Certain people or situations come into my life for a reason.

Moving away from the psychology lesson, here’s the story. Yesterday, the 3rd of April, I got a forwarded email from Mum to say that I needed to pay my bond for the UNC living arrangements. So, I got on the phone to Mumma, got her credit card deets (thank you Mummy!) and paid it, with the outcome being that I could finally pick a room! Eeep! -- girly squeal here --

I got onto the housing site, printed out the instructions (that I never actually followed) and went to book a room. Only it wouldn’t let me. You all know that not being able to do something, right then, when I want to do it, frustrates the hell out of me. I fiddled with my roommate preferences for about an hour, thinking maybe I’d done something wrong, before succumbing to defeat and emailing the CIE (Centre of International Education a.k.a. blessed, wonderful people). Then, cursing the time difference. Cause it was 10 am here… but 8 at night there… suck! So then I waited.

I checked my email late that night to see if I had anything from the CIE, but nothing!

This morning I was up and at ‘em early… Amy was picking me up at ten-past-seven to carpool to Uni, so I didn’t have time to check emails before I left the house. When I called her at 7.15… she was still in bed, asleep. But, that’s another story you can bug Amy about! Laugh at her, please.

We got to Uni at around 8.30, just in time for the third person of our little eco trip, Sam, to get to class, but plenty of time to boot up my computer and, you guessed it, check ma emails. And, sure enough, there was one sitting patiently for me ready to open. Apparently, my room was being organised for me. 

Funny, could have mentioned that!

--Sad face-- to --happy face-- when I saw what room I got. I hate heights; it runs in the family. But I love living up high. I learnt that little treasure when I was living at the ECU Village, here in Perth, last year. So, I was hoping for one of the rooms on a high floor. I’d discussed this with Mumma earlier on one of our many drives late summer. My room number is 566B in North Hall (it’s where all the exchange students go). This means I am on the 5^th floor of a 6 storey building. Room 566, and offshoot B. Funny that… cause that’s just where I’d focused my energy on when I was looking at the floor plans! *Oh the wonders of this world*

My roommates name is Kaelyn Jeppson... I sent her an email this morning introducing myself… it gave me the option so I ran with it! ;) Except, I think I need to stop letting my fingers think for themselves to random strangers; I may have come off sounding a little cooky. Meh.

So thankful for all I’ve been given.

Hugs and love to all. And peace around the world.

<3