Today, ME has the pleasure of an insanely boring day of summer orientation up at Chico State.

Even more boring for her than me, because she’s actually done the whole summer orientation thing before at Sacramento State, and as it turns out–as we compared notes–Chico’s is intensely more boring.

The only good reason to go, if you’re a transfer student, is because at the end of the day you get to sign up for classes;  in the normal scheme of things, you wouldn’t be allowed to register until the end of July.

ME was gone all last week to Ghost Mountain, and I saw her briefly on Saturday night before she left for this weeks excursion–orientation, and then a mini-road trip with her mom. The whole purpose of us hanging out was so that she could borrow my Course Catalog and save her self some cash. Also, so she could decide on her classes before she left.

After a brief discussion, it appears that we’ll only have one class together, if we’re lucky. She’s taken a few more upper level classes than I have, seeing as she actually attended Sac State while we were both at Sac City, and she likes an entirely different genre of fiction.

How we’re still friends when she prefers American Literature to British Literature is beyond me.

Luckily, even though we’ll probably only end up taking a few of the same classes for the English requirement, we’re both doing the certificate program, and neither of us have taken any of those courses.

So she’s going to attempt to get into the literary editing course I’m already signed up for, which is brilliant, really. It’s an evening course, and if we take it together, neither of us will have to walk home alone.

– “Lazy Eye,” Carnavas: Silversun Pickups