Life: Idiotropic

Last week I signed up for the "Spanish for foreigners" class at the local Adult school.  I signed up for a class that would be held two days a week in the afternoon.  I thought it might be around 3, but they couldn't tell me what days it would be held until Friday, October 1st.  I had to sign up and pay by 30 September. 

Friday it was announced and posted that the class would be Mondays and Wednesday from 3-4:30.

I attended my first class.  Showed up at 3 to a locked building.  The teachers showed up and pulled up the rolladn door that blocked the entire entrance at 3:15.  In the first 5 minutes of class the teacher told us that they were changing the class days to Tuesdays and Thursdays.  Now it will be from 3:15 to 4:30.

Ugh.  Do people just have no obligations here that they can be so flexible?  Fran, our professor told us of the change.  "Ok?"  I'm thinking, "Uh, no," as are several others in the room.  We look at each other and shrug our shoulders.  Ok.  Fine. 

Guitar lessons?  Not too much different.  Showed up for the first lesson to be told when we'd meet next time. 

It's really hard to plan like this when life is set in jello.