Drama- Rama!

I apologize for my recent absence from posting.  I am back in the swing of things again after a few crazy weeks of school.  

Unfortunately, I missed getting a "B" in my critical care class by one point.  Not a percentage point, but a single point.  I ended up with an 85.4, and I had to have an 85.5 to have a "B".  Grrrr. . . . 

As if that wasn't frustrating enough, I had registration yesterday (nursing registration occurs at different times than other classes).  Usually, in order to get the section that you want, you have to be ready to hit the "submit" button on the computer at the exact time that registration starts. 

I was prepared.  I had everything set up, and had my finger on the button when 3pm rolled around.  I hit "submit" and waited. . . . and waited. . . and to my horror a message popped up telling me that I couldn't register and I had to call the bursar's office.  At this point, I knew that I was not going to get into any of the sections I would want, and was frustrated beyond belief. 

 Something like this.
 

I call the bursar's office and they proceed to tell me that I owe them $1600.  I thought for sure there was a mistake.  I always make sure my tuition is paid.   I have loans that pay it automatically! 

The woman on the phone explains that she can't tell me why it's showing a balance, but she can transfer me to someone in financial aid to explain it.  Fine. 

The lady I spoke with in financial aid explained that due to my missing a one day class this summer to attend my grandmother's funeral, my instructor gave me a "Z" grade.  Apparently, a "Z" means non-attendance.  My grandma passed away three days before this class was scheduled, and I tried multiple times through phone calls and emails to contact the instructor to make her aware of the situation.  She didn't get back with me until the day after the class.  

So, since the records show that I didn't attend one of my classes, they revoked my loan money for the summer quarter after they had already paid it and the quarter had ended. They essentially told the school that they wanted their money back, and the school never notified me.  I received no letter, no emails, no phone calls, nothing. I was able to register for fall quarter (the one I just completed) without a hitch. 

Essentially, I ended up crying/begging/trying to remain calm on the phone with six different people in four different departments at my school, for two hours. And registration had to be completed today or else I would have had to sit out for a quarter, and instead of graduating in March, I would finish in June.

Luckily, my lovely mother had some money from my grandmother's estate (The other grandma who recently passed away.  It's been a rough year.) that she was planning on giving me at Christmastime, so she gave me my Christmas early and I hustled down to school first thing this morning and paid them.  Then I sad down right at one of their computers and registered myself in the only section open (with only two spots available!).  Of course it's evening clinicals (3pm - 11:30pm) and it's 45-minutes away from where I live.  I am not looking forward to that drive in the Ohio winter. 
Sorry for my first post back to be such a vent, but I just had to share my crazy frustrating past few days with you all.  Luckily, Jimmy and I going to a wedding this evening, so there will be photos and an outfit post tomorrow!  Now I need to hurry up and go iron Jimmy's shirt for tonight.  : )