I have had such a horrible week that I can’t even write about it while trying to be A Person Who Takes Punches Humorously. I don’t even know how to describe to you how I found out, or what it feels like, to know that I may have been told to take unnecessary classes by my adviser. $2500 worth of unnecessary classes. Money I can’t get back if I withdraw. Classes I can’t withdraw from if I want to keep my financial aid. Classes that are forcing me to stay an extra year because I was told they were necessary.
I technically went into this school as a senior, 81 credits. It took THAT much fucking around at community college to figure out what I wanted to do. I may have to be here for 3 years for a fucking bachelor’s. I’m 22.
Awful, awful, awful. I have been trying so hard not to cry all day.
It sickens me that another person’s mistake is costing me a year of my life and $2500 of my money. I hope with everything I have that it’s not true, because I’ve had enough. If I’m taking this shit for no reason…
I feel sick to my stomach. I need to move out. I can’t be here until I’m 25. I’m so ashamed and so stuck.
