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So my school woes are nothing really new to people who've been on my f'list for a little while. Don't get me wrong, I love my major and (most of the time) I love my school.
But sometimes things happen that I just cannot stand.
For the past year or so, I was riding under the assumption that I would be graduating in December 2010. It's a semester after I truly wanted to graduate, but I was willing to accept that. I'm trying to cram what takes most people six years into four (though why it takes them six is beyond me, though I suppose those people like having social lives while I...don't care as much), after all.
Then, last fall, my old advisor - who is currently my Graphic Design professor - drops me from his advisee list because of health problems. Which is fine, no big deal, these things happen. But then my new advisor tells me that there is no way I'm going to be able to graduate in December 2010 at the rate I'm going.
I freaked out a little. Nothing my previous advisor had been telling me even so much as hinted at the possibility that I was falling behind; no, he always complimented me on being so much further ahead than the rest of my peers. I explain this to my new advisor, who pulls some strings and gets me into a few of the classes I needed to be in. I also talked to the art office and they changed me over from the old bulletin (with a few graduation requirements that are no longer required) which saved me from having to fill a few needs I just couldn't fill (none of the classes I took ever seemed to qualify. And none of the classes that would qualify were ever offered at times I could take them. Ever.). Yay, right?
Sort of. Fast forward to this semester. I think I'm back on track when I look at my transcript and find, uh, no, not so much. So I head over to the art office and have a chat with them again and get some more information on what I need to do to graduate in December (which essentially boils down to working myself into the dirt, but dammit I'm willing to do it because I need out of this place).
Unfortunately, there are a number of hitches. First, I need to get an override in the number of independent study credits I can take. The cap is at nine. I need, like, thirteen. So I need to find out who to talk to about that. Then I need to find independent studies and/or internships that will count for those credits, and hope to God I can get into them.
If that doesn't work out, I'm here until May. There's no way around it.
And then I have a few options: I can take a full schedule in Spring 2011, which includes taking classes I don't actually need, but whatever.
Or I can be a part time student. I would likely be living at home and commuting to school every day in that case. Which I would prefer to avoid, but if I have to do it that way I have to do it that way.
Of course, there's another hitch. My dad apparently told my mother last night that he doesn't want to put a dime towards my schooling after this May. Not a one. I'm on my own.
Now, see, here's the thing: when I was a senior in high school, my father told me I couldn't go out of state because it cost to much, I couldn't go to the campus in town because he didn't want me living at home, and I couldn't go to the OTHER state campus because it was too far away. (He was joking, but I didn't find THAT out until much later, and by that point it was too late to do anything about it.)
Which, really, left the school I'm currently attending.
As luck would have it, I managed to get a nice, cushy ($19,500) scholarship to this particular school as well. It wasn't a full ride but it has taken care of the majority of my tuition.
Basically, though, this means that my father actually hasn't been putting money towards my schooling. My scholarship has taken care of a lot of it. And I've been paying for lab fees, books, and lately all of my housing/utilities, using what money I make working over the summer. What I simply cannot pay my mother has been taking care of.
So essentially he's not helping me when I truly need it, after four years of me busting my ass to make things work. I would understand if I was a slacker. I would understand if I spent all of my time partying and was failing my classes, but I'm not. I'm not! I've been on the Dean's List every semester for the past three years. I haven't gotten lower than a B in any of my art classes. I might only be taking 12 credit hours a semester, but dammit I'm working hard in those classes - much harder than most of the people I know at this school.
TL;DR:
F'list, I had a crummy day today. Can you post things that are funny/adorable/will help cheer me up?
But sometimes things happen that I just cannot stand.
For the past year or so, I was riding under the assumption that I would be graduating in December 2010. It's a semester after I truly wanted to graduate, but I was willing to accept that. I'm trying to cram what takes most people six years into four (though why it takes them six is beyond me, though I suppose those people like having social lives while I...don't care as much), after all.
Then, last fall, my old advisor - who is currently my Graphic Design professor - drops me from his advisee list because of health problems. Which is fine, no big deal, these things happen. But then my new advisor tells me that there is no way I'm going to be able to graduate in December 2010 at the rate I'm going.
I freaked out a little. Nothing my previous advisor had been telling me even so much as hinted at the possibility that I was falling behind; no, he always complimented me on being so much further ahead than the rest of my peers. I explain this to my new advisor, who pulls some strings and gets me into a few of the classes I needed to be in. I also talked to the art office and they changed me over from the old bulletin (with a few graduation requirements that are no longer required) which saved me from having to fill a few needs I just couldn't fill (none of the classes I took ever seemed to qualify. And none of the classes that would qualify were ever offered at times I could take them. Ever.). Yay, right?
Sort of. Fast forward to this semester. I think I'm back on track when I look at my transcript and find, uh, no, not so much. So I head over to the art office and have a chat with them again and get some more information on what I need to do to graduate in December (which essentially boils down to working myself into the dirt, but dammit I'm willing to do it because I need out of this place).
Unfortunately, there are a number of hitches. First, I need to get an override in the number of independent study credits I can take. The cap is at nine. I need, like, thirteen. So I need to find out who to talk to about that. Then I need to find independent studies and/or internships that will count for those credits, and hope to God I can get into them.
If that doesn't work out, I'm here until May. There's no way around it.
And then I have a few options: I can take a full schedule in Spring 2011, which includes taking classes I don't actually need, but whatever.
Or I can be a part time student. I would likely be living at home and commuting to school every day in that case. Which I would prefer to avoid, but if I have to do it that way I have to do it that way.
Of course, there's another hitch. My dad apparently told my mother last night that he doesn't want to put a dime towards my schooling after this May. Not a one. I'm on my own.
Now, see, here's the thing: when I was a senior in high school, my father told me I couldn't go out of state because it cost to much, I couldn't go to the campus in town because he didn't want me living at home, and I couldn't go to the OTHER state campus because it was too far away. (He was joking, but I didn't find THAT out until much later, and by that point it was too late to do anything about it.)
Which, really, left the school I'm currently attending.
As luck would have it, I managed to get a nice, cushy ($19,500) scholarship to this particular school as well. It wasn't a full ride but it has taken care of the majority of my tuition.
Basically, though, this means that my father actually hasn't been putting money towards my schooling. My scholarship has taken care of a lot of it. And I've been paying for lab fees, books, and lately all of my housing/utilities, using what money I make working over the summer. What I simply cannot pay my mother has been taking care of.
So essentially he's not helping me when I truly need it, after four years of me busting my ass to make things work. I would understand if I was a slacker. I would understand if I spent all of my time partying and was failing my classes, but I'm not. I'm not! I've been on the Dean's List every semester for the past three years. I haven't gotten lower than a B in any of my art classes. I might only be taking 12 credit hours a semester, but dammit I'm working hard in those classes - much harder than most of the people I know at this school.
TL;DR:
F'list, I had a crummy day today. Can you post things that are funny/adorable/will help cheer me up?