I’m having doubts about the whole college thing again.
Here I am. Twenty one years old, unemployed, living with her parents, in community college, no boyfriend in sigh, and no car. I was supposed to transfer this fall semester but I mistook today as the last day to complete my online final for Women in Lit, when it was yesterday. Which means I failed the class. I can recall a conversation with my transfer councilor where I told her I could pass this class “no problem” but I didn’t take my faulty memory into consideration at the time. I wish I could travel into the past and slap myself for being so irresponsible.
So what I’ve done is emailed two councilors. In case one of them decides to ignore my weepy email, believing that I deserve this downfall. I asked them for any help or advice they could give me. Will this “F” prevent me from transferring into any of the CSU’s I applied to? And prevent me from graduating from El Camino College? It’s a good thing I didn’t send any applications to a UC. The embarrassment alone could have killed me, or at least given me diarrhea.
I’m sure I wont hear back from anyone until early January when they’re reviewing transcripts for students transferring in the fall. I’ll have to come in and fill out paper work for my associate’s degree at that time. Hopefully, this won’t kill me but lets face reality! I’ll probably transfer in the spring instead.
Remaining positive is getting difficult. I’ll be twenty two next year and people this age are applying to graduate school. How did my life go wrong and transform into the epitome of bland and below average?