| | So, I somewhat assumed that I would be getting my diploma (also known as toilet paper) in the mail right about now. Well, I did get something. It was a letter stating that not only did I not have the math requirement, I also didn't have the science requirement. Now, I get this wond'rous letter from the whomever sends out that shit, stating that if I'd tried to even go to the ceremony, my name wouldn't have been called, because of said lack of credits. Of course, here's the problem. There was no way in the holy fuck that I could've even gotten my foot in the door (or the damn scholarship!) unless I'd had all of those requirements! I even sent them my transcript from the junior college, and then, apparently, everything was fine. Now, not so fine. It's not that I don't care, 'cause I don't--I've got the credits, and the fact that I had to take fucking college algebra twice--and would've failed twice, if the professor wasn't such a fan of Debussy's Images, which I played for my recital. At least one good thing came out of taking that fucking class twice--it taught me that sometimes, there's shit in college that you really don't need to take if you're a music performance major. College algebra is DEFINITELY one of those classes. My poor piano teacher was always telling me to wait for the "Math for Music and Art Dummies" course, but while it always showed up in the catalogs, it never had enough people enrolled, so I and the rest of my fellow Humanities dummies took the "dummy" college algebra course. The only change? They took out 2 whole chapters! Same speed--a section per class session, assloads of homework, and constant time either in the math lab or with a tutor. I swear, I had to be the only person who both tutored (music), and needed tutoring (math). But all I've got to do is show them that yep, I took those classes in 1997, 1998, and 2002. The algebra was the very last class I took, and every day, my poor professor just shook his head while I pulled my hair out trying to at least get a C. "We didn't have to take all that stuff when I went to Juilliard," he'd say. And since he was preparing me for, well, not Juilliard, but a decent conservatory, he saw no reason why I should even have to be bothered with that shit. And he was right--I shouldn't have been, because it took time from my recital preparation. But that's water under the bridge, and now, all I have to do is take my unofficial transcripts up to said university and stick them in their faces. Stupid ass school. |
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