Perhaps they have mistaken me for Job.
You could look at this as a damnation or a blessing and I am hoping for the latter.
1)Dr. D refused to write a reccomendation letter for me because I lack writing skills... wtf??? Dude, every paper I wrote for her was written in the midst of chaos. Litterally. Floods, Rapes, Beatings, Druggings... you name it I had go through it or deal with it. The fact that the papers were completed is amazing.
Every other professor compliments me highly on my writing. I have had one professor tell me I did better than any professional he has encountered on a really difficult subject. I have that in writing, thank God.
Then I found out she is on the Board of Admissions. She said that I was not up to the challenge of Grad school due to my poor writing skills. However, she said she would help me with a personal statement if I still "felt" the need to apply.
This woman is my college version of Mrs. Davis. So I wanted to cry after hearing this, but I didn't. Went to my next appointment.
2) Next appointment: The guidence councellor tells me that my credits had been previously misevaluated and that I need 11, not 3, more credits to graduate. Three of these credits are from a class they typically only give in Fall/Spring.
Meaning: Danielle is currently taking 18 hours for nothing. Danielle cannot graduate until Fall of 2008. Epic Failure. I am allready in my 5th year for this bloody bachelor's degree. This is beyond pathetic.
At this point I really want a cigarette, a shot of alcohol and a baseball bat. But, I forego these methods of release and go to class.
Where I find out that I have gotten my first C this semester.
Truly a Lillian Gish smiling moment. (See Broken Blossoms. She isn't really smiling.)
3) Moving on: Tears take time and do not produce results. So I hurry home to prepare for my next class.
My printer runs out of ink as I am trying to print a paper that is due in one hour. So I go to the universities computer lab and just as I am signing into my terminal we have a statewide blackout. The cops won't let us on the streets cuz the traffic lights won't work and I miss my class that the paper was due in. I go home. Internet won't work either, so I cannot email my teacher proof that my paper was completed on time. I wait. I pray. I read about the apostle Mathew. Power comes back. Yay! I rush to the library because it is 4pm at this point and the paper must be at the teacher's office no later than 5pm. The school's email goes down. I have to run home, again, to email myself my paper, again (only this time through yahoo), then go to the computer lab, again, where I have to wait for a terminal, again, because the place is uber backed up due to the blackout. Finally my paper is printed! I run to his office. The entire building is closed. Luckily he happened to be standing outside. And then he told me I missed a pop quiz today that I cannot make up. Thats 5% of my grade that is now an F.
Because of a nuclear power failure.
So, one could look at this day in two ways: 1) God knew that I would not be accepted into grad school and has now given me the opportunity to earn more credits within my major to up my GPA, thus making me more acceptable. And also allowing me continue to have a residence and to not move away from Tampa because this tiny little dorm room is the only home I have. Or, 2) Satan missed me and decided today would be a good play day with Danielle despite a lack of memo.
Only God and/or time wil tell me which one it is. So we shall see.
I did everything I could do though. There are no more results to be had this night.
So now I am allowed to cry.
1)Dr. D refused to write a reccomendation letter for me because I lack writing skills... wtf??? Dude, every paper I wrote for her was written in the midst of chaos. Litterally. Floods, Rapes, Beatings, Druggings... you name it I had go through it or deal with it. The fact that the papers were completed is amazing.
Every other professor compliments me highly on my writing. I have had one professor tell me I did better than any professional he has encountered on a really difficult subject. I have that in writing, thank God.
Then I found out she is on the Board of Admissions. She said that I was not up to the challenge of Grad school due to my poor writing skills. However, she said she would help me with a personal statement if I still "felt" the need to apply.
This woman is my college version of Mrs. Davis. So I wanted to cry after hearing this, but I didn't. Went to my next appointment.
2) Next appointment: The guidence councellor tells me that my credits had been previously misevaluated and that I need 11, not 3, more credits to graduate. Three of these credits are from a class they typically only give in Fall/Spring.
Meaning: Danielle is currently taking 18 hours for nothing. Danielle cannot graduate until Fall of 2008. Epic Failure. I am allready in my 5th year for this bloody bachelor's degree. This is beyond pathetic.
At this point I really want a cigarette, a shot of alcohol and a baseball bat. But, I forego these methods of release and go to class.
Where I find out that I have gotten my first C this semester.
Truly a Lillian Gish smiling moment. (See Broken Blossoms. She isn't really smiling.)
3) Moving on: Tears take time and do not produce results. So I hurry home to prepare for my next class.
My printer runs out of ink as I am trying to print a paper that is due in one hour. So I go to the universities computer lab and just as I am signing into my terminal we have a statewide blackout. The cops won't let us on the streets cuz the traffic lights won't work and I miss my class that the paper was due in. I go home. Internet won't work either, so I cannot email my teacher proof that my paper was completed on time. I wait. I pray. I read about the apostle Mathew. Power comes back. Yay! I rush to the library because it is 4pm at this point and the paper must be at the teacher's office no later than 5pm. The school's email goes down. I have to run home, again, to email myself my paper, again (only this time through yahoo), then go to the computer lab, again, where I have to wait for a terminal, again, because the place is uber backed up due to the blackout. Finally my paper is printed! I run to his office. The entire building is closed. Luckily he happened to be standing outside. And then he told me I missed a pop quiz today that I cannot make up. Thats 5% of my grade that is now an F.
Because of a nuclear power failure.
So, one could look at this day in two ways: 1) God knew that I would not be accepted into grad school and has now given me the opportunity to earn more credits within my major to up my GPA, thus making me more acceptable. And also allowing me continue to have a residence and to not move away from Tampa because this tiny little dorm room is the only home I have. Or, 2) Satan missed me and decided today would be a good play day with Danielle despite a lack of memo.
Only God and/or time wil tell me which one it is. So we shall see.
I did everything I could do though. There are no more results to be had this night.
So now I am allowed to cry.