This darn recession is killing me I swear. Ok, maybe not literally, but definitely figuratively. At work, people are being laid off and those that are left are being forced to pick up the slack. And at school, well shit, the budget crisis has hit hard, too. Classes were cancelled, professors on the brink of being let go, services cut. The morale is low basically everywhere I go. And, of course, it doesn’t help when every class that I need this semester is full.
This semester, I planned on only taking two courses, three at the most. But, all three courses were full by the time I was set to register. So, all I could do was go and plead my case to the professors. Well, one class I didn’t even try, because it was too early and if you may have forgotten, I do have a full time job here.
Anyway, the second class I went to seemed highly doubtful for me to crash. The professor at least was nice enough to tell me to come back tomorrow and see what happens. But, if everyone who showed up the first day was there again, I’d be assed out.
The third class I tried to crash was directly after the second class. I sat outside that class for over an hour and inside the classroom…well, for maybe only five minutes. If that. The professor basically said, if we were not on the roster, then we had no chance.
I am completely and utterly discouraged with this whole higher learning crap, right about now. How am I supposed to tell my monkeys that school is uber important when I can’t even get in to stay in? I don’t even know how or what to do if I can’t get into any classes.
The sucky part is that the only classes I need now are just major classes, so it’s pointless of me taking anything else. And, of course it’s too late to try and figure out a minor and try and get into some different classes.
My last attempt (other than going tomorrow to see about the second class) happened this afternoon. I tried crashing an elective class in my major but again had no immediate luck. Twelve people were sitting on the floor. The good news, however, is that the professor is trying to get a bigger classroom to accommodate us all. So, we shall see. I still have to write an email to her begging to be let into the class, though. She said she needed us to write why we desperately needed the class.
I said, because if not…then I’m going to have to hit the stripper pole to earn the extra money I would have gotten from my financial aid. Or worst, hit up the Bunny Ranch! Hopefully she takes my groveling and my sob story enough to feel sorry for me and add me.
We’ll see if it works!
