back in school

I’ve sent In my application to Berkeley. It is the day that classes are to start but I never got anything back from them. Gabe has enrolled too. Neither of us know if we are in or not. We just go. Gabe is busy with something, so I go to the registrars to find out. She says that yes, we are in, we were the very last files and she apologized for not getting them to us. I pick up our schedules. I’m enrolled in art school now. I’m very happy. I spend the rest of the day trying to find a place to live and find my classes. I don’t have any money and I don’t know how I’ll earn money. I can live on beans if I need to, better than ramen. I am meeting with a friend, trying to work out what class I need to be in. The package of stuff the registrar gave me is very confusing. Some of my classes begin a midnight, but those don’t start until the following week. My friend tells me that is how the art school is. Mathematicians have classes during the day, artists at night. I have my string bag from Peru that I am using to carry my stuff. I discovery that I have lost my blackberry. My friend is very concerned for me, but I am very happy. I begin to sing a song about being on the road to happiness.