Some time ago…Goddess only knows…pre-2001, clearly, as she died on December 7 that year…my great-grandmother (Grandma Prescott’s mom) coined the term “owly” for use in describing oneself (or others) as cranky. (I might adjust it to, “…over a bunch of things or over life in general.”)
Hello, Great Horned Owlet! A friend of yours lives near me. ^_^
Anyway, I’m owly today. Aunt Rosie is coming tomorrow, my phone is late (really late…I gave the third party seller a single star on Amazon) and Southern added to my stack of cranky (snerk) by telling me that the proofs they received last week weren’t good enough, that they needed to have dates and grades.
Great. Glad I wasted $12.50.
They’re obviously sleeping, though, because right next to DMS 100 and MOA 220, very last column (labeled “term”), it says “FL 11”.
(Didn’t realize I’d done so badly in my Sonography class…must have skipped the final when I learned I was getting an F for being unable to take my med terms exam.)
Anyway, I have no way of getting even unofficial transcripts, because LCC will let me into my account, but won’t show me anything due to me owing them money, and Nova won’t let me in period.
The gal in One Stop said they only go back four years…but that means I’d have to wait ’til approximately January 2017 to go to grad school.
And if you’re one of those people who say “two thousand seventeen”, I will hit you. I am not kidding.