Hunting Classes Too Late, part 2 [2 Chirreb 4261]
The rest of the day was not so easy. I had four variations on the following theme:
Me:"Hallo -- I'd like to take your class in such-and-such."
Prof:"Well, choosing day for upperclassfolk was yesterday."
Me:"Yes, but a nendrai had put a doomy spell on me, and I was busy with that."
These professors mostly had been paying attention to recent news.
Prof.:"I'm quite sorry, yet quite firm. Regardless of the fact that choosing day is generally no more than a minor formality and that you are among perhaps a sixth of the returning students who are wandering around doing just the same errand. And the fact that several seats in my class are surely reserved for newcoming students. And the fact that my course is not one for which the limit on the number of students need be very tight, and, in all but one case, is nowhere near being met. This has nothing at all to do with the fact that you are under a powerful and rather obvious spell, and of course I am not worried that you will wander into class with an equally powerful and far more dangerous spell some day, and endanger me and all my students. No. Nothing like that."
And I know for a fact that Esory got into Prof. Merethius' class, and she asked later than I did.
Cowards. Cowards, the lot of them!
Fortunately, I have a very fine boyfriend who is treating me to lunch at the Cafe du Fronde. After lunch I shall resume my quest. Perhaps I shall stay in Orren shape.
(Private to Ilottat, if you ever read this: I am very, very sorry for being such a high-maintenance umgirlfriend. I'll give you a present though, when we have a little time. I'll teach you Umtangeian.)