I know that in a previous post I said I was officially going back to school (again). It turns out that may not be the case, and I’m really upset about it.
Here’s some background. I have a master’s in the field in which I want to work. I just need a few supplemental classes to get the certification I need for a specific job within my field. I’m not in a position to move across the state to finalize my education and training, so thankfully I live in an area filled with colleges and universities. Even though the program I’m looking for is super specific and not many schools offer it, I have found 3 that I could feasibly attend. Let’s name them.
1. The Good School. This is a school known for having a good program in my field. It consistently produces high caliber, qualified graduates. Pros: This program is well regarded; tuition is reasonable; it’s somewhat convenient in relation to where I live and work. Cons: It’s competitive to get into and I don’t hear for another 2 months; each class is only offered once a year, rather than once each semester; summer classes are not offered.
2. The Expensive School. This school is also pretty well regarded in my particular field. Pros: Small class sizes; classes are offered multiple times per year, including summer; I could start in July; I think I would only have to take the minimum number of units for the supplement (15). Cons: It’s expensive (almost double what I paid for my master’s); it’s far (think 60-90 minute one-way commute).
3. The Convenient School. Unlike the others, this program is not particularly well-known or well-regarded. At this point in my life though, that’s not my top priority. Pros: It’s super convenient in terms of where I live and work; tuition is cheap; I’ve been accepted to the program. Cons: They’re incompetent. Flat out incompetent. More info to follow.
I received my acceptance to the Convenient School and immediately called to set up an appointment for academic advising. I should have really taken it as a bad sign when I had the following conversation:
Me: I was just accepted to your department and would like to set up an appointment for academic advising.
Dude (Potentially Stoned): Well we have several information sessions coming up where you could get more information about the program.
Me: I don’t need to know about the program. I’ve already been accepted and would like to talk to someone about my particular course requirements.
Dude: Oh you’ve been accepted. Let me schedule you for academic advising. (Um – isn’t this what I already said?)
(pause as dude gets the schedule up)
Dude: OK we see students for advising on Mondays and Tuesdays, but we’re not taking people on Mondays for the next few months.
Me: So you see people on Tuesdays.
Dude: Well Mondays and Tuesdays.
Me: But I can only be seen on a Tuesday right now.
Dude: Yeah, that’s right. (At this point I’m already baffled). We have openings on Tuesday 2/15, 2/22 and 2/29.
Me: Tuesday 2/22 sounds great.
Dude: OK (We start trying to figure out a mutually agreeable time). Oh, and we also have Tuesday the 22nd. (UM isn’t that what we’ve been talking about?!?!)
(finally set an appointment)
Me: OK what should I bring with me? Transcripts? Past course syllabi?
Dude: Um (long pause, clearly he’s confused), I think (pause)… Just show up. Yeah, just come.
WHAT IN THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?
So fast forward to yesterday, Tuesday 2/22. I arrived at my appointment a few minutes late because I couldn’t find the building OR the office within the building. I then received a super nasty phone call from a different office admin, asking me where the hell I was and if I was still coming for orientation. I was slightly confused and told her I was coming, but for academic advising. She barked into the phone something about how they don’t do that and that I was supposed to be there for the orientation session. What?
So I finally find where I’m supposed to go and there’s no one in the office. Some non-employee finally asks me what I need, I tell him, and he takes me to the academic advisor. She is baffled by my presence, and was clearly not expecting me. As I was explaining my purpose for being in her office, the bitchy lady barged in and started yelling over me that “She’s supposed to go to an orientation. She’s not supposed to be here today.” Well then why in the fuck did someone schedule me an appointment for this?!?
Thankfully the advisor was nice and said she would see me since I was already there. I showed her my acceptance letter and said I wanted to discuss what classes I would have to take. She was so confused. This in turn confused me. Do students not normally come in for advising? What kind of a program doesn’t offer the chance for students to make sure they’re taking the right courses toward their degree objective?
So after 10 minutes of floundering, we figured it out. She finally realized what I was accepted into, and I finally realized that the department is officially incompetent.
Basically this is a 60-unit program. With all of the other programs in the state, most have an option for people with a master’s to just take the courses they haven’t already taken and get their supplemental certificate. This school advertised that they offer this too. Only they don’t.
The advisor told me “the faculty have met and we decided that students can only transfer in 6 units”.
So I can only waive 2 classes? Yes.
So then I have to take 54 units? Yes.
But at just a first glance of your required course list I can already tell that I’ve taken at least 30 of these units. You mean I would have to pay to repeat all these classes? Yes.
ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING?!?
So basically I got dicked around by a department with their heads up their asses. I had even called the school to request info and they told me they offer a program just like the ones at The Good School and The Expensive School. I’m sorry, but this isn’t just like any other program. This is fucking STUPID.
So now it’s down to A. We’ll see if I get into The Good School or B. How much I can get in scholarships to The Expensive School (assuming I get in).
So it seems that despite an acceptance letter, I’m not guaranteed to go back to school. And I’m pissed.