We had a great weekend at the Tiger Prowl: team-building, personal development, yada yada yada. It was a nice chance to get to meet my classmates with whom I will be spending most of my life for the next four years. I look forward to working with these future veterinarians as we seek the ultimate goal…our DVM!
First, however, I must survive registration. The frustration mounts as the bureaucracy refuses to assist me with my financial aid concerns. I have signed a lease, arranged for utilities, moved my sweet dogs 450 miles away from their secure, safe home and I still haven’t gotten my financial assistance award notification. Classes start Wednesday. If my account is not settled, are they going to allow me to attend?
I called tech support today because I was told by one of the professors that we needed to log into Blackboard for our syllabus, but I could not access the application. I was told that I wouldn’t be able to until my bill was paid, which is not going to happen until the student loan is processed. I am sitting through orientation–people telling me about all sorts of things, like clubs and professional organizations and free dog food and history–when what I need is to go over to the financial aid office. I couldn’t go during lunch because the financial aid office people were at lunch. By the time the last session was over this afternoon, the office was closed. Tomorrow I will be in that office by 10:00…I don’t care WHO is speaking to the class of 2016!
I think I need some ice cream….