Lately it’s been one thing after another for me. Just when things start to look up, just when I start to figure a way out, something else crashes down on me. I guess it could be worse, but right now it doesn’t seem like it possibly could be.
On top of trying to figure out how I am going to afford and get to SCSU next semester, having more and more car troubles, seeing (and hearing!) less and less of Mike as he works 10-15 hours during third shift, dealing with my health problems, and dealing with my living arrangements, I’ve received a letter stating that I can’t graduate until I complete the math requirements for my degree.
At first, I scoffed at it. “It’s got to be a mistake,” I told myself; I’d taken both of the required classes that I’d been told by my advisor to take. I called the Associate Registrar who is in charge of the graduation applications and left her a voicemail, under the assumption that the records office had made a mistake.
Wrong.
Apparently I have been misled by my advisor, because the second math course I took is not college-level; it doesn’t count toward my degree. The Associate Registrar called me back and explained this to me as I stood with my mouth hanging open. I told her that my advisor had told me it was the right course, and she said that he was mistaken and that I would have to take the right course before I could graduate.
I ranted and raved to Tyla, who suggested I check to see if any math courses were being offered during the winter special session. No luck.
I talked to Mom, who suggested I try to get in touch with someone at the college and see if they could help me. I’ve emailed the head of the Arts and Humanities Department, so hopefully she can help me or point me in the right direction.
I don’t feel that it’s fair for me to wait a whole other semester because of someone else’s mistake. I can’t attend both colleges at the same time, so I would literally have to wait until Fall 2009 to start at SCSU. I’d also have to wait on advancing my career because I still won’t have the A.A. I mean, if I’d known that the second math course I took was not the right course, I wouldn’t have wasted my time and money on it. I really struggle with math, and those two semesters were utter hell. I still have no idea how I managed to pass them. To think that I didn’t even have to take the second course, and might have to take yet a third is daunting. I already put in six credit hours towards math.
At this point, I’m so desperate that I’m willing to bother every big-wig at my college until someone makes this go away. I was so determined and had finally figured out how I would get to SCSU in the spring, and now this. I’m starting to wonder if I’m meant to graduate.
I know how you feel. My advisor is not helpful at all. I can’t find a class to take next semester and she told me “just take a class to fill the spot” Um, sorry I don’t want to waste my time! I think i’m failing Math too, so I might have to take that over. Ugh.
@Nikki: I don’t understand what is so hard about helping a student with their program. If you are an advisor, you should do your job.
A big part of me just wants to toss in the towel.
I know how the car problems feel. My truck wouldn’t start after work today. It would turn over, but wouldn’t start. I’m just hoping it’s something cheap and simple.
@Jess: Does it make a clicking sound when you turn the key? Maybe it’s your neutral safety switch; in that case, try starting it in neutral. I have to do that ALL the time. It could also be your ignition. Stupid cars.
OMG!! Do not let this adviser off the hook!! Threaten to file a complaint or something. I would be livid. Ugh, I *am* livid and it’s not even me.
It actually turned out to be my idle control valve was stuck closed. And the idle control valve allows air into the engine. If it’s not working(ie it gets stuck closed) the car can’t idle. In order to have started it I would have had to floor it on the gas and it would have started.
@Faiqa: I’m pretty damn livid myself.
I’ve been sending out emails and so far I’m not getting anywhere. I refuse to pay for his mistake. I’m about to go to the Dean.
@Jess: Ahh, that’s weird. Glad that it’s something small, though. (:
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