Take chances, make mistakes. That's how you grow. You have to fail in order to practice being brave.
So here's the thing.
I was supposed to graduate tomorrow and be done with school forever, or at least until some-odd years down the line I decided that I wanted to get my master's in something-or-other.
But this is not the case.
Oh, I'll still get to walk at graduation tomorrow, wearing my cap and gown, with family and friends there to congratulate me and all that, but I won't be receiving a diploma, and I'm not done with school.
APPARENTLY, at the very beginning of the semester, my advisor and the registrar noticed that I was two credits short in my major (because of classes being dropped or failed, I guess), and concocted a plan in which I would take a summer course. However, they neglected to tell me this until WEDNESDAY, when I sent off a quick e-mail to my advisor to make sure that I had all my ducks in a row.
First of all, I'm totally pissed at the administration for dropping the ball and not letting me know what was up. The plan they've worked out for me is acceptable, I guess, but I would have liked to KNOW ABOUT IT. My advisor told me that she'd assumed that the head of the department had contacted me about it, and I assume that she assumed that my advisor had told me, and basically, they just suck a lot and I'm angry and extremely disappointed because I just want to be fucking DONE. I was looking forward to, you know, STARTING MY LIFE, but instead I have to scramble to register for a course at a college near home and make sure that it's ACCEPTABLE and PAY for it and...none of this is the end of the world, obviously. I was just excited to be done, and my family was proud of me, and I was proud of myself, for coming back from fucking up so badly and making it through, and now I find out that I'm not quite finished. And the people in charge knew about this the whole time and neglected to tell me.
This just. Sucks.
And I'm late for a performance, so I'm just gonna. Post this and run. Be back later, kids. ♥
I was supposed to graduate tomorrow and be done with school forever, or at least until some-odd years down the line I decided that I wanted to get my master's in something-or-other.
But this is not the case.
Oh, I'll still get to walk at graduation tomorrow, wearing my cap and gown, with family and friends there to congratulate me and all that, but I won't be receiving a diploma, and I'm not done with school.
APPARENTLY, at the very beginning of the semester, my advisor and the registrar noticed that I was two credits short in my major (because of classes being dropped or failed, I guess), and concocted a plan in which I would take a summer course. However, they neglected to tell me this until WEDNESDAY, when I sent off a quick e-mail to my advisor to make sure that I had all my ducks in a row.
First of all, I'm totally pissed at the administration for dropping the ball and not letting me know what was up. The plan they've worked out for me is acceptable, I guess, but I would have liked to KNOW ABOUT IT. My advisor told me that she'd assumed that the head of the department had contacted me about it, and I assume that she assumed that my advisor had told me, and basically, they just suck a lot and I'm angry and extremely disappointed because I just want to be fucking DONE. I was looking forward to, you know, STARTING MY LIFE, but instead I have to scramble to register for a course at a college near home and make sure that it's ACCEPTABLE and PAY for it and...none of this is the end of the world, obviously. I was just excited to be done, and my family was proud of me, and I was proud of myself, for coming back from fucking up so badly and making it through, and now I find out that I'm not quite finished. And the people in charge knew about this the whole time and neglected to tell me.
This just. Sucks.
And I'm late for a performance, so I'm just gonna. Post this and run. Be back later, kids. ♥