Two days
Ok, so tomorrow, I will officially be a frothing mess of blabbering idiocy. It happens every year as I turn into a little kid at Christmas. We've finally got some semblance of a plan and I'm ready to go.
I'm sure I won't be sleeping much, but that's always how it goes. I just hope to see some birds because well, I need to see some birds.
By the way, I have to thank my advisor for bailing me out and putting me back on track. Now I just have to rework my portfolio and then I just have to dress up on Wednesday.
Finally
Finally
It's happened to me,
Right in front of my face
and I just can't hide it.
Yeah, I know you're thinking "Oh my God, Did he just drop CeCe Peniston on me?" As a matter of fact, I did, and you're either you tubing this song or wanting to cut your ears off.
I'm back to graduating and I can't be happier. Now, instead of looking bleak for my grad, everything is bright, right and contrite. I'm not sure how contrite fit in there, but it rhymed so cut me some slack, jack. I should be butter because I'm on a roll!!!
Ok, enough of that. Saturday is starting to take form, as is Sunday for the greatest day of days. We're getting picked up at 6:45 on Saturday morning to go hunt for half a day. I'd like to go out all day, but I think there will be plenty of opportunity for that later this season. Say...on Nov. 15. Bring it! My guns are cleaned and I'm pumped up to go. Now, the question is do I take a mountain lion load just in case?
I'm a
Frother.
We're four days away from the High Holy Day of My Existence. That's right. We call it The Opener.
I still need to clean my gun and my father's. I need to make sure my boots are ready and that I will wash my hunting socks.
My graduation stuff has not been fully resolved but it's in the works. Sounds like I get to create two hours and go on with life or something.
Six days
From the High Holy Day, or the day that defines me.
Yeah, we're that much closer to Opening Day, or Opening Weekend. What a way to kickoff the Month From Hades, as November could be the busiest month I have.
Not only am I going crazy trying to hunt, but the Larks have 11 home games in the month ALONE.
Oh yeah, I'm just waiting for Monday because I'm ready to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I'm all out of gum!!!
Friday
The phone call came sometime in the late afternoon between two and four. I wasn't paying too close of attention because it was the house phone and not my cell phone.
"Hi Rusty, this is Anne (and i can't remember her last name, it was Meyer or something) with Wichita State. We sent you a letter back on September 24 but never heard from you and I'm following up. We've reviewed your scheduling and we realize you're two credits short of the required 60 on-campus hours to graduate."
"Excuse me? I never got the letter."
"Well, I'm sorry to say, you're two hours short of credits to graduate."
"What do you mean? I was told by Phil Ladwig that I needed to take five hours and I was set. That's why I'm in Soc 316 and History 528. I was told those were going to take care of me and I was set."
"Well it says you have 48 on campus hours and after this semester, you will have 58 hours."
"Are you kidding me?"
So after all of the hoops I have jumped through to get myself into my position of graduating, I'm not going to in 7 weeks barring a change on Monday. Thanks to having to go through stupid Liberal Arts and Science WALK-IN advising, and a different advisor for my major (who has been a God-send,) I'm stuck two hours short of my goal. TWO HOURS that somehow slipped through the cracks.
I want answers. I want explanations. I want someone to say "Sorry Rusty, we fucked up. We'll make it right." I want to be done with school. I need to know why this happened, why I get to explain to a future employer, that I'm not done with school. WSU's Dean of Students or Advising is going to get a major earful from me, if the explanation doesn't meet my requirements.
I think heads are going to roll.
So
I guess I should update once in a while. However, I've been busy.
Let's see..a quick update
School.
school.
school.
Oh yeah, getting closer to the Day. But we don't know where we're going on the Day.
