Registration Drama-ramma

Today ASU, I will beat you. I WILL get into the class that I want. I will get my transcripts fixed, and I will, I WILL be on track to graduate...at some point.

Drama.

So, as you may or may not know I've been avoiding this AML 100 class (which, for the record is only offered in the fall semester AND there is only one class) for, oh, I don't know, the past 8 years? Ugh. I LOATHE entry level classes. I continually fail classes that I am not challenged in. No matter how many times I try to explain this, the answer is always the same. Want to graduate? Great. Take the class. (Which for me, most likely means take it twice.)

*sigh*

So last week, while examining the impending doom of graduation, I realized that I'm going to have to back track. I'm going to have to go back and take lower level math classes because they're classed as 'applied math'. Never mind all the semesters I spent going through calculus, through diff eq, through whatever. Theoretical math does not equal applied math. No point in battling it out because in the end I'm just going to end up sitting, beaten, in an entry level applied math class. Great.

So last week I dropped my human osteology class in favor of AML 100.
Yuck.
Clicked the add button.
Closed my eyes.
Waited for the world to end.

When I opened them, something far, far worse had happened.
A processing error.

You have not met the pre-requisite requirements for this class.

W.H.A.T.

Back up. Pre-req is MAT 117. 117!! There is not enough bold ink in the world to express my shock.

Then the phone calls began.
Registrar.
Records and Transcripts.
At BOTH colleges.
No help.

I take a break. For a couple of days.

So today I call my primary adviser. This is where it gets tricky with the still-declared double-major. Primary adviser is not the adviser for the class in question. Forwarded to other adviser, and then back to the first one.

What followed was a long and tedious conversation regarding the state of my transcripts, what math classes I had and had not transferred in and what they transferred as since the numbers and courses are not the same. (This was really and truly a moot point, in the truest sense of the word, since no matter what the classes transferred as it was much MUCH higher than MAT 117.)

More unpleasantries followed. The inevitable perplexed tone in her voice that I had received 6 credits for one math class. Having to listen to her tell me I cannot receive credit for the same class twice. Me trying my best to explain that it was a compressed class. Calc I & II in one semester, hence the excess credits. Calls to verify my claims. UGH.

An hour or so later, after endless circling around the point, and a total failure on her part to be able to fix the problem she tells me....wait for it...to just go back and take the lower math class.

Nuh-uh. Never ever going to happen.

So I get on my bicycle and pedal on over there in the scalding August heat, head set on parking my butt in the advising office until someone fixes my transcript errors. Walk ins only. Office doesn't open until 1pm. Clock says 9:45am. Gross. Pedal back in the heat.

Long story short, eventually I showed up in the advising department for applied math and social sciences, the department the AML class is from. In my softest, kindest voice begged, pleaded, for some kind of resolution to this terrible misadventure. The class was already full, the last seats having been snatched up while I was clawing my way through all this red tape, but that wasn't the point. I wanted my transcript fixed. I wanted to be able to register for whatever classes I was qualified for. Whenever I pleased. Without all this hoopla.

Request granted.

...sort of.

The very sweet blonde girl at the desk, who was probably about my age, did her best. Whatever is wrong with my transcripts is really really wrong. She couldn't fix that. But she could override me so that I now have permission to register for the 3 applied math classes I am, for some ridiculous reason that I still don't understand, required to take. Good enough.

Now I'm sitting at home, checking the class page every five minutes. Waiting.

Waiting.

I know that if I check it often enough a seat will open. I know that if I devote enough time and effort and energy into this I WILL be able to jam myself into that class. Or the osteology class I dropped, which by the way is now full too.

The gauntlet has been laid down.

It's me vs. the My ASU registration system.

And.

I.

Will.

Win.

:)