In my last class, last Monday, the professor mentioned the impact whalers had on the societies in the Pacific. I offered to bring in a recording of Rolling Down to Old Maui. She asked if I was going to sing it but I never could do that one off the top of my head.

Today I had to report I could not find my CD but I did print the song and I sang it for the class. I think it startled them! They certainly didn't expect what they got. The professor asked me to sing it again to open the next class.

I did a little research in the Mudcat database while I was there and came up with four versions of the song. I printed them all for her. I also did a search looking for other songs related to the islands. All I could find was Bright Fine Gold. I gave her those as well. She wants me to sing that one when we get to New Zealand.

This was on top of a very frustrating effort at the admissions office. One of the requirements for the Senior Citizen Tuition Waiver Program is that the senior citizen has to be a resident of Guam for the previous five years. I took in a water dill from 2005, a letter from the Governor appointing me to the Guam Ethics Bureau, and pay stubs from Notre Dame high school for the last three years. One item for each year.

It wasn't good enough.

They want an item from the beginning, middle, and end of each year!

I was so mad I could have chewed 8 penny nails! I bought a house with less proof of residency and employment than they are asking. They enrolled me but I have to bring them their proof by Monday or I'll have to pay tuition for the class and I'll NEVER be able to pay for the master degree.

Have I mentioned how much I HATE bureaucracy?