Bureaucracy

I am tired. I have what seems like a lot of home­work, only I know it isn’t.

So if I can sweet-talk the coun­sel­ing cen­ter at SPSU into giv­ing the assis­tant reg­is­trar SOME kind of some­thing say­ing that no, real­ly, tak­ing a chem­istry class that involved me being in class and lab for 6 hours straight two nights a week real­ly isn’t a good idea because of my health, then he’ll send the cross-reg­is­tra­tion appli­ca­tion over to Ken­ne­saw State. And if they approve it (late), and if there is space left in the two class­es I want to take, then I’ll get them. If I don’t, I’m fair­ly screwed, because there just isn’t any­thing open on our cam­pus that fits into my sched­ule that’s in an acces­si­ble class­room and that I need.

I haven’t even been able to get my rheuma­tol­o­gist’s office on the phone yet, much less get an appoint­ment to see her. They’re closed on Wednes­days, and they were closed by the time I got home yes­ter­day. I need a cell phone. It always takes a LONG time to get in to see my rheuma­tol­o­gist anyway.

The finan­cial aid is still “pend­ing ver­i­fi­ca­tion.” SPSU says they’re wait­ing on the fed­er­al peo­ple, the fed­er­al peo­ple say they were done ver­i­fy­ing every­thing in April, and the Geor­gia Stu­dent Finance Com­mis­sion says none of that makes any dif­fer­ence at all to my Hope eli­gi­bil­i­ty and I have it, but SPSU is still say­ing it does matter.

Ah, yes, I’m def­i­nite­ly back in school.