well, fuck.

I am going to a stupid school run by crazy people.

The registration staff, the people who were supposed to be able to give me official transcripts by today, are on a retreat. On the last day anyone might need to talk to them for the last time anyone can transfer to the UW under the now-discontinued Direct Transfer Agreement.

Does this seem wrong to anyone else?

Looks like winter quarter admission for me, assuming they'll take me without the DTA. Dammit. And I got both the other schools to do me big favors and send things right quick. There's no way to work around this. (I guess if it has to fail, this is better than just someone saying "no", because there's no way the one poor work-study girl in the reg office today is authorized to do it. It's totally impossible, not just someone refusing to bend rules. Still. Argh.)

garden: roses moved

Definitely should have done this sooner, but I finally moved the three warm-colored roses to their new home. I cleared a bed off the side of the porch that didn't have one yesterday (okay, the side that didn't have one and also is not paved, picky people), and dug in some "Clay Buster" organic stuff. It wasn't too terribly clayey right there, but it was some, and the roses will like the mulchy bits.

Two out of the three roses had name tags buried deep in the grass or ivy around them. The little red one that was marooned in the lawn is labeled "Climbing Altissimo", so I made sure to put it by the porch upright instead of at the other end of the bed as I'd vaguely planned. The yellow didn't have a name tag, and I don't really remember it well enough to find a lookalike. The apricot-orange one, which doesn't seem to be sold much any more, is "Shreveport". I'll take pictures of them myself, too, assuming they deign to bloom. They were still bare of root, so I expect they'll do well, even if they did lose a bit of root length. (There was nothing to be done; Shreveport's roots had gotten in among the quince suckers. I saved most of them.)