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Face Off with U…I lost.

Last week was, in general, a really bad week for me. In addition to losing my dear Granny, I had several other events that added to the Worst. Monday. Ever. This may explain my absolute lack of blogging about anything current. At any rate, I am now ready to talk about one of the offending institutions; the University of Utah. I have been trying to graduate for years; a class here, a class there, paying through the nose for tuition and books, hoping that sometime in this decade I would get the little piece of paper that says “You Did It…Now Spend the Next 10 Years Paying Off Your Loans.” I want that piece of paper. I want the satisfaction of graduating. I want to be able to say I have a B.S. degree.

This fall I decided to go back to school, full force, and just get this thing done. I dropped my double major, I dropped my minor, and was encouraged to see I only had 9 classes left. Nine! That is three semesters of night school, three classes at a time. Totally manageable. I had dreams of graduating by next Christmas, of walking out of Kingsbury Hall in the snow, dressed in unflattering drape with a pointy, fugly cap.

Apparently, the stars have aligned to thwart that particular dream. I found out last Monday that the U (all locals call the University of Utah “The U” and Brigham Young University “The Y” –and these fine, educational establishments have a coinciding mountain tattoo proclaiming this moniker) has booted me from their system. They think I’m riff-raff and have dropped all my classes for the winter semester. Now, before you get all huffy thinking that I have bad grades or a bad attitude or something, let me finish the story. I have not taken a class at the U for 12 months, and apparently the NEW policy is that individuals in that situation are dropped from the Registrar’s master list. Meaning I have to reapply like a 17-year old. And I won’t be able to apply in time to register for classes for this semester, which means I can’t start school again until the summer, which means I won’t graduate until May 2009. All of which is alright, except for the fact that in November when I went to talk to my counselor about starting up classes again she didn’t mention any of this. If she had I would be sitting in class tonight, devouring information on the current economic situation(s) of South East Asia. As it is, I will be reorganizing my desk and my closet, which does nothing for my graduation time-line.

So, as life sits now, I am waiting for my re-registration paperwork to go through, and crossing my fingers, toes, and any other bendable body parts that the classes I need will be offered during the summer semester and my goal of graduating in December 2008 May 2009 will come to fruition. (See that? The word “fruition”? Fancy-pants word for a would-be college graduate, the U should totally reconsider… sigh, soon enough, right?)

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