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Jun. 11th, 2010 06:57 pmF-fuuuuuuuck. *clutches heart weakly* DON'T DO THAT TO ME, LIFE, JESUS CHRIST.
Okay, Cam, breathe, breathe, crisis averted.
So. After a few days of a truly atrocious sleep schedule (ie the 'sleep' part of the phrase is a lie) as I raced to get all of my papers done before their deadlines, I had a wonderful time last night at the Senior Dinner, which I hadn't even been planning to attend but my friend popped her head in at the last moment and dragged me out (THANK YOU, FRIEND).
They really went all-out on the event—the Quad was all done-up, and it's beautiful enough on a normal day, so the ambiance was lovely, and it was well-organized and catered and the food was incredible and I indulged a little and had a glass of wine (>.> alcohol of any kind and I are not usually on speaking terms) but the hot chocolate was even better and saying goodbye to all of my friends was so nostalgic and everyone was all dressed up and gorgeous and we danced our hearts out for hours, which was fun and exhausting, and just knowing that it was all over and done and wheeeee such a change from 12 hours earlier when life was made of PAPERS and HELL and ARGH. Such a relief.
And so I woke up at 4 PM today (June 11) and went down the Bookstore to get my cap and gown and grabbed sandwiches at Subway since the dining halls are all closed, and got back at around 4:30 and went about packing a little. And then, at around 5 PM, I finally checked my email and there is a message from the University Registrar that my Graduation Status is Denied, (reason not given), and that if 'the matter is not resolved' by going to the Student Services Center by 4 PM today (June 11), I will need to apply to graduate for a future quarter.
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*CUE HEART ATTACK OF MASSIVE PROPORTIONS*
What? What?! WHAT?!
AKSJDFKLASD
OH GOD IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE ALREADY TOO LATE ALREADY TOO LATE THEY'RE CLOSED THEY'RE CLOSED I CAN'T GRADUATE
FUCK FUCK FUCK WHYYYYY WHAT DID I DO, WHAT DO I DO?!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY FAMILY IS IN THE MIDDLE OF DRIVING UP AND THEY'RE ALL PROUD, THE ROOM AT THE CLUB IS RESERVED FOR THE PARTY, ALL OF MY RELATIVES HAVE CONGRATULATED ME AND WILL BE THERE AND IF I HAVE TO TELL THEM I'M NOT GRADUATING NOW DJFKSDKJ FSKLDGREKSLD
—I KNOW!!! I will commit seppuku to regain my honor!! IT IS THE ONLY WAY, kjkdlsfjkdas
Needless to say, there was panic of the first order and frantic emailing and phone-calling of L, the student services administrator for my department, which of course she didn't answer because it was past time when everything was already closed and everyone gone home, fuckity-fuck-fuck, but I had to do something so I biked the two minutes down to the department office on the random, desperate hope that there would still be someone around that I could talk to, and obviously L wasn't in her office, but then I looked into one of the rooms, and holy fucking crap, there she was on the sofa, putting diplomas into their little covers!! *cue knocking like a madwoman*
And like an angel of mercy, or someone who has had this job for a good long while and has therefore had to deal with student crisis after student crisis and is well used to it by now, she explained to a trembling and I'm sure wild-about-the-eyes me that one of my professors had turned in the grade for a course I needed in order to graduate a full 24 hours late (I assume because he forgot I was a graduating senior and therefore my grades need to be in almost a week earlier than everyone else's, or he just mistook the date, because I'm on great terms with that prof and got all of my work in). So she, L, had had to turn in the list of approved seniors without my name on it, with approval contingent upon that grade being turned in later. And that grade had come in today (after the panic-inducing email had already been sent, obviously), and she'd cleared it up, and I should be fine.
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*CUE CAM COLLAPSING LIKE HER STRINGS ARE CUT, REDUCED TO A QUIVERING PUDDLE OF RELIEF*
I am still a little shaky, but I've kind of been haunted by the irrational feeling that something like this would come up sometime during the process of graduating—because of course nothing can be easy, gawd, what a ridiculous notion.
In any case, as I said earlier, CRISIS AVERTED. I think I will have myself a little lie-down in order to get my blood pressure back in order before I keep packing. Jesus.
Okay, Cam, breathe, breathe, crisis averted.
So. After a few days of a truly atrocious sleep schedule (ie the 'sleep' part of the phrase is a lie) as I raced to get all of my papers done before their deadlines, I had a wonderful time last night at the Senior Dinner, which I hadn't even been planning to attend but my friend popped her head in at the last moment and dragged me out (THANK YOU, FRIEND).
They really went all-out on the event—the Quad was all done-up, and it's beautiful enough on a normal day, so the ambiance was lovely, and it was well-organized and catered and the food was incredible and I indulged a little and had a glass of wine (>.> alcohol of any kind and I are not usually on speaking terms) but the hot chocolate was even better and saying goodbye to all of my friends was so nostalgic and everyone was all dressed up and gorgeous and we danced our hearts out for hours, which was fun and exhausting, and just knowing that it was all over and done and wheeeee such a change from 12 hours earlier when life was made of PAPERS and HELL and ARGH. Such a relief.
And so I woke up at 4 PM today (June 11) and went down the Bookstore to get my cap and gown and grabbed sandwiches at Subway since the dining halls are all closed, and got back at around 4:30 and went about packing a little. And then, at around 5 PM, I finally checked my email and there is a message from the University Registrar that my Graduation Status is Denied, (reason not given), and that if 'the matter is not resolved' by going to the Student Services Center by 4 PM today (June 11), I will need to apply to graduate for a future quarter.
...
...
*CUE HEART ATTACK OF MASSIVE PROPORTIONS*
What? What?! WHAT?!
AKSJDFKLASD
OH GOD IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE ALREADY TOO LATE ALREADY TOO LATE THEY'RE CLOSED THEY'RE CLOSED I CAN'T GRADUATE
FUCK FUCK FUCK WHYYYYY WHAT DID I DO, WHAT DO I DO?!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY FAMILY IS IN THE MIDDLE OF DRIVING UP AND THEY'RE ALL PROUD, THE ROOM AT THE CLUB IS RESERVED FOR THE PARTY, ALL OF MY RELATIVES HAVE CONGRATULATED ME AND WILL BE THERE AND IF I HAVE TO TELL THEM I'M NOT GRADUATING NOW DJFKSDKJ FSKLDGREKSLD
—I KNOW!!! I will commit seppuku to regain my honor!! IT IS THE ONLY WAY, kjkdlsfjkdas
Needless to say, there was panic of the first order and frantic emailing and phone-calling of L, the student services administrator for my department, which of course she didn't answer because it was past time when everything was already closed and everyone gone home, fuckity-fuck-fuck, but I had to do something so I biked the two minutes down to the department office on the random, desperate hope that there would still be someone around that I could talk to, and obviously L wasn't in her office, but then I looked into one of the rooms, and holy fucking crap, there she was on the sofa, putting diplomas into their little covers!! *cue knocking like a madwoman*
And like an angel of mercy, or someone who has had this job for a good long while and has therefore had to deal with student crisis after student crisis and is well used to it by now, she explained to a trembling and I'm sure wild-about-the-eyes me that one of my professors had turned in the grade for a course I needed in order to graduate a full 24 hours late (I assume because he forgot I was a graduating senior and therefore my grades need to be in almost a week earlier than everyone else's, or he just mistook the date, because I'm on great terms with that prof and got all of my work in). So she, L, had had to turn in the list of approved seniors without my name on it, with approval contingent upon that grade being turned in later. And that grade had come in today (after the panic-inducing email had already been sent, obviously), and she'd cleared it up, and I should be fine.
...
...
*CUE CAM COLLAPSING LIKE HER STRINGS ARE CUT, REDUCED TO A QUIVERING PUDDLE OF RELIEF*
I am still a little shaky, but I've kind of been haunted by the irrational feeling that something like this would come up sometime during the process of graduating—because of course nothing can be easy, gawd, what a ridiculous notion.
In any case, as I said earlier, CRISIS AVERTED. I think I will have myself a little lie-down in order to get my blood pressure back in order before I keep packing. Jesus.
