:: Venting Insanity ::

:: Thursday, November 06, 2003 ::

sife presentation
Well, I think it went well tonight. We were there for an hour to do the presentation at the Probation Department. These people are into it. They seem like they really want to be there to learn, they participate, they ask questions, they answer questions. I enjoyed myself.

Professor Newman asked me to see when I could possibly come back for another session. He definitely wants me to be there for the computer module. That I think is in two weeks. I have a quick PowerPoint I need to put together for it, but that's no biggie. Easy enough to do.

long island has a monsoon season?
Now, talk about weird weather. As I was heading to the SIFE presentation, I noticed strange flickers of light in the clouds. I couldn't for the life of me think of what it could be. Afterwards, we come upstairs and it's raining like crazy. Not to mention more flickering and... is that a rumble?

Thunderstorms in November? Who woulda thought? Thunderstorms, normally associated with warmer weather, are rare for this area in the fall, especially since we had the other rare extreme last month with anticipated snow flurries.

But, this was apparently not going to be any ordinary thunderstorm. We headed off and, as I'm driving to school from the Probation Department, it begins to downpour. And I mean, downpour. Big heavy drops splattering in rediculously fast succession combined with heavy road flooding does not make for a pleasant drive. Heck, I might as well have been following a water pumping truck with it's hose blasting me full force. At least that doesn't have the flooded roads.

However, by the time I got to the school, it had calmed to a misty drizzle and then it was just fog after I left class. I hate weird weather...

books are good
I also managed to get my stuff from the bookstore. Stupid Telecheck, though. For some reason, the school uses them to verify a check before they take it from you. Like we're going anywhere. They have our information on record, for crying out loud. It's not like going to Old Navy and then falling off the face of the Earth if it bounces.

Anyway, I'm on Telecheck's hit list right now, so I can't write my own checks at the bookstore. I asked Dad for one, but they still used my driver's license number. Even though it was for an account that's not mine and in good standing, it still didn't go through. I freaked. The girl let me use the phone to see if I could get in touch with Dad and use his license number. Luckily, I got him, so I didn't have to wake up Mom (she's sick), and it went through. So, I now have my books.