So You're Saying There's a Chance . . .
After numerous phone calls, a hundred miles, and $25, it looks as though I may graduate on time after all!
Today was a whirlwind of hits and misses. I was redirected to about ten different people before a nice, young girl in the Graduate Advising office suggested that if I were to book it to Denton (an hour away) and submit a "good" letter explaining why I missed the graduation application deadline, I might be considered for the December graduation.
Of course, this call happened at 2:00 p.m. and the office closed at 5:00 p.m.
So, after quickly penning a letter describing my naiveté, Micah's sacrifices, and the current economic crisis facing our nation, my mom, Grant, and I piled in the car and headed to Denton. God definitely blessed us with few lights, little traffic, and a front-row-Joe parking spot.
It took visits to four different offices and conversations with six different people to finally get my application on file.
Before leaving the Graduate Advising office I asked the fresh-faced college student behind the counter, "When will I know whether or not I have been accepted for graduation?"
His less than thrilling response was, "Actually, we only contact you if there is a problem processing your application. So basically, no news is good news."
Really? No news is good news. This must be one of those rare occasions where this is true.
Needless to say, I am planning to do the "adult" thing (as Micah would say) and follow up on my graduation status in a week or so.
