Friday, September 7, 2007
Back in the USSR
Just when I think I'm OUT, they pull me back IN. After months of wrestling (ok, weeks of phone calls and emails) with the Byzantine administration of one large urban east coast university, I'm now thrown into the fray with the equally Byzantine administration of another. I received my acceptance letter with an "oh, by the way, we've classified you as out of state for tuition purposes, and here's a web link that will draw you into the nightmare of paperwork and procedure that is your only hope of changing our minds on this...good luck with that!". What? What? What???!!!??? I LIVE HERE! I'VE LIVED HERE FOR 9 YEARS! I OWN PROPERTY HERE! I WORK HERE AND HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO TWO FUTURE TAXPAYERS HERE! So it's ON, Admissions Office! I'm on my way, with my driver's license, W2s, utility bills, voter registration, pictures of me at well-known state landmarks and more righteous indignation than you can shake a stick at. Out of state. Hmph.