I am somewhere between laughing hysterically and sobbing, which undoubtedly is a bad state of mind when sitting down to write, but I was unable to resist the urge to update on my pursuit of graduate school. I found out two hours ago via email that, the perpetual gnawing and gnashing of my teeth for the past four months, combined with numerous awkward moments with professors and administrators was basically for nothing. Since I am still an undergraduate (with only one more class left), at my school, all an undergraduate needs to do to take grad courses is to simply complete a form that is approved by 5 or 6 people. A form. A form. A FORM!!! A form.
Here is a rehash on how this gross miscommunication even occurred. My official academic adviser, who is a chemistry professor in the department, is a miserable prick who quite literally never gave me a single shred of valid advice in all of the years he “advised” me. I could not switch advisers, and I had to meet with him in order to register for classes. He considered the purpose of his job to be to look over my plans, assess that they were in line with my degree program, and that I didn’t schedule two classes at the same time. Wow. You see, I actually did pass general chemistry amongst others… I think I can follow a fucking checklist. I digress.
After a bad judgement call on my part, I met with another professor who explained out my options to me, and bluntly told me that I would be stuck right here where I am, Spring 2014, and shy just one class from my BS degree. But he said there was a light at the end of the tunnel. If I was a good little girl, and if I was accepted into the chemistry graduate program, I could take graduate courses Spring 2014, at the same time as my final undergraduate class.
Like an atypical “man on a mission” or a “dog with a bone” (probably more like the dog. I’d like to think I’m slightly cute, but maybe a little furry too? I’ve been called a bitch several times as well) I went after this goal tenaciously. I put my heart and soul into being a good girl and getting that chance to start on graduate courses. Turns out, my terrific unofficial adviser didn’t have all the facts. Consequently, I did all of the things I needed to do, or thought I needed to do, and I have had two administrators bend over backwards to help me, but it turns out it was all for naught. Just a miscommunication. I feel awful for all the trouble caused on my behalf, and feel like I need to get these two awesome people a small gift of some kind. Otherwise, they may kill me in the school hallway or something else drastic.
Wow. It’s a funny situation, in a fucked up kind of way. I will sleep on this and hopefully, things will unfold even more favorably tomorrow. In the meantime, I desperately need to hit the gym and release some of my steam.
Thanks for listening to my rant…