A bad day...

My friends tease me that I change schools like I do underwear, which isn't the case, everyone's situation is different, I just didn't care enough to give them the re-run of why I am switching schools...again...when drama tends to go on, it's long and extensive and tends to be drawn out, so I hate telling stories. But anyways, I am attending Delgado for this semester because of financial reasons... it was a last minute decision because I was going to stay at Dillard...but they've gone up on tuition, and well, why pay damn near six thousands dollars per semester at a private institution when I can pay seven hundred and get the same freakin education...Sure I could have stayed and put a strain on mother, but I think I've personally been a burden since well, as long as I can remember, and I hate people to do anything for me. Atleast if I go to Delgado she won't be shelving any money out, last thing in the world I need is to break down and ask my mom for money,unless I am desperate, but that's another story for another day. But back to the story, it was a last minute decision, and I put in the application right before the deadline. I was giving a provisional admission, which means I was accepted, I just needed to get my transcripts from Dillard. I should have known right away something wasn't right when they scheduled me to register. I was expecting to get an advisor and someone to help me with the process, I know how the system works, but everyone gets an advisor. So needless to say, the day of registration for incoming/transferring students was held in the library, only I wasn't assigned an advisor. I assumed I get one later from someone in my major department. So I made my schedule, it was flexible and easy, and then I let this supposed guy who "knew" what he was doing enter my information in the computer. Two classes that I signed up for were full, so he gave me this sheet to over-ride the classes, and I'm like, is this really worth it. What I didn't know from looking at the course catalog was that one of the classes I needed to over-ride was equivalent to a math class I had taken already at Dillard, I later found this out today when I had to RE-REGISTER. My intial thought was wtf, but oh well. So after the draining process of registration, I went home. This was November 19th, the deadline that my application needed to be sent it by. On November 29th, I came back to turn in my financial aid stuff. Well, needless to say, I didn't hear from them until Jan.12th,letting my know that my schedule had been deleted because I "failed to pay 25 % of my tuition by Jan.7th". First of all, I called 3 times to find out about my award letter, they told me two different dates in which to call back because it had yet to be posted. Now dealing with black people, I hate to say, they don't get shit done. I said fuck the dumb shit, I'm going to the school. So of course it was crowded, and after standing damn near an hour in the financial aid line *not my fault seeing as how they had 2 other lines but didn't put up notices to let you know what line was for what*, I come to a lady with a serious attitude. She put my social into the computer, and whoa and behold, my shit was never processed, and they never "received" my information. I whipped out the "receit" that they gave me when I turned in the fincial aid stuff, and she sat there, somewhat lost, and shit to say. So anyways, she tells me, that I have to re-register in order to keep my classes,and still paying the damn 25% of my tuition. I think she had some sort of sick pleasure out of telling me this, but she failed to realize, I am my mother's daughter, a fiesty DeGruy at that. So, as calmly as I can, which is hard because I'm about to let the black in me take over and get ignorant with this dumb broad, I tell her that I was never notified about my financial aid, and I called 3 times to find out my award letter and each time they said it not been posted. She said in a nasty way, eventho I have the receit, I did not turn in my financial aid application in time anyway, it had a November 29th stamped and it should have been turned in by November 12th. So that pissed me off even more because I never received a notice regarding that day. I told her I was a transferring student, and I didn't even turn in my application until November 12th. This was not her problem she plainly stated. So I got loud, I admit, and told her it didn't make fucking sense for the financial aid application to be turned in before the fucking admissions application, and that I am being penalized because of their incompentent staff. She sort of looked at me in this funny way, and I knew she was biting her tongue, so she said she would process my application anyway. I'm like whatever, fuck Delgado, I'm not coming here, I will sit out a semester if I have to. So I call my mother and tell her what happened, and she's like hold on, she's calling the financial aid office on 3-way. The line is busy of course, and I'm like whatever. She asks me what am I going to do, and I'm irritated and angry at this point, so I'm like, I'll just sit out this semester. So I get off the phone with her, and she calls back and tells me she just talked to the people, and of course she has that fiestiness I inherited, she too got ignorant with those damn people. She said she would come with me later that day to the finacial aid office and to re-register for classes, I'm like whatever dude, I'm going home and going to sleep. I know I should be greatful that my mom is going to talk to those people, because she doesn't want me to get lazy and not finish school. She fixed everything in the end, but not without a lot of loud shouting and a few choice words. So I'm registered...again to start classes next Wednesday.