Ahh, registration time, the heady swirl of anticipation, the sweet crackling of the newly printed class schedule, the eager glee with which I look forward to collecting those nice final senior electives. The end of the tunnel is in sight!
Senior, only 20 more credits to go! That will be Mr. GargoyleWB, B.S.E.E. to you, good sir!
Then I get this letter in the mail. Here’s what it says…
Holy ausgefucken mother scheissfelching santorum!!! :mad: Since when can you bankrupt a fucking university!!! That’s it? Wham bam thank you maam!!!
What about my fucking degree??? You were the only fucking school within a gazillion miles with a night engineering program, since many of us work our fucking selves through college!!!
Seriously. My degree just got dropped, poof, gone, by. I feel like Bjork from Dancer in the Dark, swinging from the noose.
What the hell do I do now? I am NOT starting this shit over again! :mad: