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Arrival:
After various trials and tribulations, I am in Berkeley (this was delayed a day, due to having forgotten my wallet at home, and therefore being unable to check in for my flight, as it had all my ID in it). H got me from the airport last night, my luggage arrived with no troubles, and although there was some minor anxiety about him being able to find me, it all worked out quite well. We came home, made dinner, ate real food (a wonderful thing, after a day of whatever I could find that was kosher in the airport- i.e. junk.), and hit the sack.
Oops, or A Series of Silly Mistakes That Turn Out Just Fine:
Background: I was convinced that today was the first day of a class I'm going to be taking. So I found directions, and all was set to go.
Oops Number 1: H assured me that yes, he did have a key for me. I realized only after he left that he had never given me said key. So I started looking around for it, and while I found a variety of other keys, I did not find that one. So I called his parents to ask if they had a spare key for here. I left a message.
Solution 1: I realized that he had been using the key that is to be mine as his shabbos key, so I checked his dress pants pockets- and lo and behold, there it was. I called H's parents again, left another message saying that I'd found the key, no need to worry. Shortly thereafter, I set off for class, with lots of time to get lost on the way, get lost in the building, and perhaps find the registrar and find out how to register for this class.
I do in fact get there with no real troubles- it's mostly a straight line. On the other hand, it is up a Tremendous hill, easily the equal of the one I had to climb daily last year to get to Machon Schechter. What is it with schools that I visit being on the tops of large hills?
I, in fact, arrive in time to find the registrar, so I go on up, only to discover...
Oops Number 2: Classes don't actually start for another 2 weeks. The first day of classes is in 10 days from now. And there's an orientation on this coming Monday, followed by intersession classes. The registrar was very nice to me, and all seems to be well there. So I found out where I'm going, and walked home, where I now have time to do some work for my online classes, and that sort of thing, and just to relax and get settled.
After various trials and tribulations, I am in Berkeley (this was delayed a day, due to having forgotten my wallet at home, and therefore being unable to check in for my flight, as it had all my ID in it). H got me from the airport last night, my luggage arrived with no troubles, and although there was some minor anxiety about him being able to find me, it all worked out quite well. We came home, made dinner, ate real food (a wonderful thing, after a day of whatever I could find that was kosher in the airport- i.e. junk.), and hit the sack.
Oops, or A Series of Silly Mistakes That Turn Out Just Fine:
Background: I was convinced that today was the first day of a class I'm going to be taking. So I found directions, and all was set to go.
Oops Number 1: H assured me that yes, he did have a key for me. I realized only after he left that he had never given me said key. So I started looking around for it, and while I found a variety of other keys, I did not find that one. So I called his parents to ask if they had a spare key for here. I left a message.
Solution 1: I realized that he had been using the key that is to be mine as his shabbos key, so I checked his dress pants pockets- and lo and behold, there it was. I called H's parents again, left another message saying that I'd found the key, no need to worry. Shortly thereafter, I set off for class, with lots of time to get lost on the way, get lost in the building, and perhaps find the registrar and find out how to register for this class.
I do in fact get there with no real troubles- it's mostly a straight line. On the other hand, it is up a Tremendous hill, easily the equal of the one I had to climb daily last year to get to Machon Schechter. What is it with schools that I visit being on the tops of large hills?
I, in fact, arrive in time to find the registrar, so I go on up, only to discover...
Oops Number 2: Classes don't actually start for another 2 weeks. The first day of classes is in 10 days from now. And there's an orientation on this coming Monday, followed by intersession classes. The registrar was very nice to me, and all seems to be well there. So I found out where I'm going, and walked home, where I now have time to do some work for my online classes, and that sort of thing, and just to relax and get settled.