Huzzah!

For those of you who have been anxiously following my pursuit of a college degree (for the past 13 years), you will be pleased to know that a girl named Kimber at Independent Study is the new love of my life-- based on the fact that she told me I have another week to finish my damn Physical Science class. I wanted to reach through the phone and give her a smooch... This news followed 12 straight hours of sitting here yesterday trying to finish by the published deadline, which, as it turns out, is really just a suggested deadline. This meant that I had time to go ride my horse today. For the first time since mid-June. Oh, how my soul has needed that horse time.
I guess I should clarify: the shortened version of why I have no degree (yes, this really IS the short version): I started at BYU in 1992 seeking a theatre degree. I left on my mission in 1995, returned in 1997 to find that the Department of Theatre and Film no longer existed, having been replaced by Theatre and Media Arts. My bad luck was that with the new program, my credits didn't add up to the senior level where I was when I left, and the courses I needed didn't exist... I was screwed. Fine, however, as I now wanted to pursue a degree in English. But that department didn't want me. I struggled for a a semester or so, then quit. I dropped out. I worked at Sundance and dyed my hair blue. I became addicted to Animal Planet and decided that I wanted to be a vet, after all. Rather than just do the pre-vet program, I decided to get a vet tech degree so that I would have a marketable skill rather than a lot of worldy-useless knowledge. So I reapplied to BYU and was accepted into the Animal Science major. I trudged through 3 1/2 years of that, and got to my senior advisement when Nasty Whore Advisor Lady from HELL told me that the classes (chemistry, biochem, and o-chem) originally waived 3 years before, I would have to take after all--- 3 weeks to graduation. When I had been in her office every semester for 3 1/2 years. I hate her ass-face. So I planned to take them over the summer, got hired by the circus so I didn't. I came back and decided that I am FINISHED with BYU and I don't care to ever set foot on campus again. But... I was talking to a friend of my mom's a few days after her funeral, and that friend made a call to another friend in the Fine Arts advisement office. This ANGEL looked at my transcripts, decided that in 1997 they should have allowed me to graduate in theatre, after all. So, she is making sure it happens-- the only catch is that I do have to take physical science since the equivalents I took as an animal science major won't count for GEs if I am a theatre major. So after YEARS of pain and suffering, Kimber told me today that it will happen. They will finally send me a paper that says I'm smart!!!