Jake’s Life

I don’t think I can explain exactly how furious I am right now. I know that I have not felt like this for quite a long time though.

I called school today to tie up loose ends for graduation, turn in my application, etc. In speaking with an academic advisor they told me that I would not be graduating because two years ago I took a two-credit Communications course when the minimum requirement is five credits.

Wow.

So let’s review:

In November 2005 I took Non-Verbal Communications as suggested to fulfill my Communications requirement. My student home page reported that requirement taken care of. August 2007 I apply to graduate and am told that I need to take a five-credit course because there is no three-credit course to fulfill the basic requirements. The only course that is available has a seminar on a night when I am working, which means that I have to complete an additional assignment (usually a three to five page essay) to make up for it.

It gets better.

This means I have to apply for a separate student loan for over $1600. And while to some it may mean nothing to add such a small amount, due to the fact that I will only be taking five credits I don’t qualify for an in-school deferment (meaning full time or more-than-part-time): The six month repayment grace period has still officially started as of yesterday and will only end up being a few months from the time I actually graduate. I will also be paying almost $1000 for credits I ideally shouldn’t have needed.

My academic advisor told me that she understands my frustration. I told her that I doubt that she did. I felt like telling her to just forget the whole thing and I would apply for a job working at the university, because you obviously don’t have to be a genius to do that, but my self control is what separates me from the rest of the animal (and even human) kingdom.

Yeah, I’m pissed. This pushes back my application dates by at least a few months. Those short term goals I had are pushed back with them, including how soon I would be able to find a place with Sandro and how much I could afford to budget for it in the long run.

While I am sure that a few of you who are reading this–and don’t think I don’t know who you are piss ant–are undoubtedly happy at this situation. I don’t mind, mainly because I know that I have come farther than you ever will even go in your life (which you wanted to end but even failed at that! Loser!).