So, my school tenure is drawing to a close, and this semester is the last one I have before I can start adding alphabet soup to the end of my name. I will not wax poetic about it now, I will save that for the end of the semester.
What I will tell is about how this semester almost ended up being the one that killed me, though.
The reality is that sorting out whether or not my Business Law class counted or not pretty much destroyed my weekend. There were tears, folks. The ugly kind that result in snot bubbles in noses.
In short, when I was given the list of classes that CSU would accept and count towards my degree, the (utterly useless) BLW class that I took as an undergrad was not included on that list. So, in the true spirit of really enjoying and wanting to learn the material, I took it again at the graduate level.
In a moment of panic, not remembering whether or not it had been counted (it had been about a year since I looked at the list of required courses to graduate), I started down the rabbit hole that became “usually students don’t take BLW as one of their electives,” which then led to the utterly ineffective meeting with the business graduate advisor who said, “No, you can’t take this course twice if you had it in undergrad, but talk to the head of the Accounting department, who is in charge of the Business Law curriculum” which led to the most unprofessional conversation I’ve had with a faculty member in my entire educational career.
I don’t know what I found more insulting: that the head of the Accounting department trashed my graduate program over the Accounting program no less than three times in the course of the conversation, that he let me stand in the doorway a good five minutes before addressing me so he could look on his computer, that he was utterly unhelpful, or that he insulted my memory because I couldn’t remember a class I took 6 years ago as an undergrad, or that I couldn’t remember the name of the Accounting 601 professor I had three years ago (trust me, that class was wholly unmemorable).
I uncharacteristically burst into tears as soon as I left his office.
So, I left that meeting with no resolution, but the name and an introductory email to the Academic Dean in the hopes that I could maybe get it resolved before the 31st (the last day to drop an extra class without having to pay a portion of the fee for the class).
Through the whole weekend, I was seeing twelve weeks of class for four nights a week, which really was the lesser of all scheduling evils. It would take a lot of discipline on my part to keep it together and be able to have a semblance of a life, but ultimately, I was going to make the best of it, and maybe learn a few lessons.
I almost didn’t call the Dean today, thinking there was more than likely no hope to have BLW count. But I knew that if I didn’t, I would always wonder.
So I sucked it up and called him, thinking I’d have to make a physical appointment for tomorrow. But, I actually got him on the phone, and I explained that the head of the Accounting department had emailed him on Friday about my situation, and would there be any way to get the class to count. I was surprised at how kind the Dean was, especially after dealing with that codger in Accounting.
After saying again that yes, I had already taken the class in undergrad, but didn’t realize that even though it wasn’t on my course sheet, it was apparently being counted, he said that he would get back to me.
I only had to wait 20 minutes. He said it would count, just make sure I had the 9 elective hours total to graduate.
I thanked him profusely, hung up the phone, and almost started crying again. I dropped the second class I had picked up.
I’m almost done, folks. I have one class I’m taking two nights a week from 8:00 – 9:15. It gives me time to work out after work if I want to, to have dinner at home rather than eating out. No fighting traffic to get downtown after work. I can go out to dinner with friends who work downtown before I go to class.
I’m a semester away from having every weeknight free again. One semester away from being able to read something that’s not a textbook on any given evening. One semester away from not having to write a paper, or work on a group project, or study for a test for a long, long time if I so choose.
Feels good, man.