I am a moron. Sometimes I manage to pull the wool over everybody's eyes but deep down inside where it really counts, I haven't got the brains God gave a woodchuck. It's not my Mom or Dads fault - I'm pretty sure it is a genetic mutation.
Eleventy-hundred years ago I went back to school. My goal is to teach high school. I'm waffling between Social Studies/English and Special Education but bottom line, I want to teach teenagers. Yes I am out of my ever-loving mind thank-you-very-much. My own teenagers drive me up the fucking wall but I absolutely love love LOVE being at the high school, helping the kids with their schoolwork and trying to make a difference in their lives. Just one adult encouraging them and taking interest in what they are doing can make a huge impact on kids and besides, they are so much fun!
Barring any unforeseen complications, I will graduate in June with my bachelor's degree. After that my plan was to go to grad school for my Masters in Education which would not only give me bragging rights (except over Scientist Genius Brother, he is an overachiever and will stay in school forever just to make me look bad) over non-graduate degree holders.
Last quarter was an absolute nightmare so even though I KNEW my application for grad school would be due on April 7, 2010, I didn't double-check all the requirements because even if I looked at it in January, I still had FIVE WHOLE MONTHS to get everything together. No problem! I can move whole mountains in less time!
Wrong.
One of the requirements for grad school is taking two tests that prove I am not a total idiot and an education would not be wasted on my puny little pea brain. These tests are administrated by the State of Washington on pre-determined dates with pre-determined deadlines for registering and abysmally long grading periods. The test grades must be in BEFORE the application deadline for the grad school.
I. Missed. The. Registration. Deadline.
My application for grad school is totally worthless now because it wouldn't even get looked at without the test results. And the school is small enough that my weirdo last name (DAMN my Persian husband and the entire Farsi language that is overly fond of vowels!) would be noticed, remembered and probably mocked for being a total moron if I tried to apply without it.
Crying on the phone with the test registration lady was unsuccessful. I think there is a civil-servant requirement for total and complete heartlessness. Or maybe they learn it on the job by dealing with morons like me.
So now I have an extra year. I'm trying to make the best of it. Next year I can pick up all the classes I need to get my English endorsement for high school plus have plenty of time to study for the two stupid tests that stupid me was stupid enough to not register for in time. I can get caught up with all the crap around the house I've let go and support the Things in their freshman year of high school and Daughter in her Junior year. Blah. Blah. Blah.
But it's hard to escape the fact that due to my own stupidity I have lost an entire year.
*facepalm*
4 comments:
Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry!! But, hey, look at it this way...Hopefully I'll be finishing my new program (God willing!) about the same time, so we can graduate together. :) However, I WILL be holding the fact that this will be my SECOND masters degree over your head like an anvil. ;-0 tee hee!
Oh, Man.
I'm so sorry to hear that. But you know, you do seem to be very busy all the time . . . maybe you can do a lot of stuff that you really like to do like volunteer at the local school or go to the mall and look at all the crazy people and then blog about it . . . you know make it a project. Then you'll have that part down, I know there will be plenty of projects in grad school.
Oh, yeah, sorry again. That really does suck.
Damn!! I'm sorry to hear that happened. Stupid tests anyway! However, you still rock and I know you will make the best of the year. I know, easy for me to say. Well, maybe you can come and visit me more?!
That bites, DD. There must be a reason, a larger plan but...you won't know what it is until you're down the road. Don't beat yourself up too badly; it could be for the best.
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