Monday, November 05, 2007

I hate you, WSU

Fuck you very much WSU.
Had I known this whole education process would have been so screwed up when I decided to transfer, I would have sold a kidney and gone to a small private school down the road. Surely, things wouldn’t have been so damn bad in the whole process of trying to get a bachelor’s degree in print journalism with all my transfer credits.
Wichita State was my choice because it was recommended by my advisor at HCC and also, the dept. head knew my uncle. It was affordable, a reasonable distance away and I thought I had the world in my hands. Yes, I figured I would have to take some classes, but thanks to their fucked up requirements, I didn’t realize it would be quite like that.
Yes, WSU is my third school. The first one was right out of high school, so I was lost like a loose pea in the universe. After a break, I went to Hutch Community College, where the journalism program is actually well known. I had a ball. From that point on, my advisor said to go to WSU.
My initial enrollment process taught me that I had to have 60 on campus hours from WSU to graduate. Fine and dandy I thought, no biggie as most of them will come from my actual major. Today I met with the dept. head who’s kind of acting like an advisor to me now, and he showed me that I only have 16 hours of my actual major left.
Here in lies the problem.
A person can get a bachelor’s degree with 124 hours from WSU. Now, I currently have 129 under my belt, with 6 more at the end of the semester. So that pushes me to 135. I do still have 16 for my major that I need to have the graduation requirements filled. Once those are completed, I’m up to 151 hours. Now I’ll have fulfilled my requirements for my major, my requirements for the rest of the stuff I needed, but I’ll still have 8 hours I need to occupy. My total will be 159 hours..by my count, that’s still WAY FUCKING MORE than 124. What the hell am I going to do with 8 spare hours of classes I don’t need? Why would I even try in these classes?
I’ve got a transcript review email being thought up so that we can see exactly if I can bypass some things. Money grubbing bastards. That’s what they are.
What I’m really afraid of is they’re going to say, “Oh but Rusty, you didn’t need this and this and this,” in which case my head will spin round on my neck several times and I may start speaking Latin. Seriously, I will be livid. My editor said to me “the only way you can be appreciated at WSU is to be 6-9, 240 lbs.” How true.
I hate WSU.