So much for the damn GED.

Okay, so, first, we went to pre-test. You know, see where I am. That's all well and good. Nice way to kill three hours on a Monday night.

Tuesday, we go up to the school again to see what I made. Turns out that I did just about the best you can do on the test, and if I'd taken the real thing on Monday, I would've passed. 95th percentile. Fab!

So Gram and I left with our hearts soaring on the dancing wind.

And we had to go back today to get further instructions. Turns out, the very inhospitable lady I was scheduled to see decided to put me in classes I didn't need, at hours I couldn't go. I think she used to work for the DMV. And I'm expected to show up tomorrow, several weeks late to start classes! What the HELL.

But Mom and Gram and I aren't having that--nobody can drive me there at 8 AM, nobody can pick me up at 2:30, and moreover, giving me new classes when I've already learned and obviously understood it all seems very counterproductive--so we're either going to pay a visit to Fort Bragg with the rumored place that will give you the real test as soon as you walk in the door, or we're going to that old Keystone homeschool thingo that I WAS doing (I only needed three more courses, two now since I passed another English and another social studies).

So freakin' much for the community college.

On the bright side, I saw this guy with really Pete Townshend-blue eyes and a shirt with the Knights of Ni on it. :DDDDDD He liked my Rolling Stones shirt, too. Bitchin'! I'll never see him again, of course, but he was nice for the short period that I got to hang around him.