I failed out of college once in 2002, after my first year, because I had attempted to be a math major and it turns out math is fucking boring. Then I got back in, did okay for four years, and then failed out again in 2006, having gotten depressed to the point that I stopped going to class. I don't know what my fucking problem was, I try not to do things so obviously irrational, but whatever. What's done is done. This was a problem, because Rutgers is a semi-respectable school and two fail-outs is pretty much their limit. Over the summer following that performance, as some of you may recall from my venting on this board, my girlfriend at the time cheated on me when she went away on some internship in North Carolina. So in the fall of that year I was at pretty much the low point of my life (so far) and I got a job working in the kitchen of a restaurant in New Brunswick where my brother worked. It sucked, but my main goal at that point was to not live with my parents, so mission accomplished there. Anyway in March of 2007 I started waiting tables, and that's what I've been doing since, attempting to slowly bring myself back to the real world.
This year, I had a break so lucky I shudder to think of how close it could have come to not happening, and how little it had to do with my own initiative. A bartender who worked at the restaurant had a reputation for being a huge asshole. He only worked at the place on weekends, having a real job out there in reality. He eventually got fired in the spring, after all the other bartenders complained at once about what a tyrant he was. A month or so later, I get a phone call from him. This was wholly unexpected - I barely said two words to the guy the whole time I've worked there. He did know my brother, however, because my brother also bartended. He called to tell me that my brother had apprised him of my situation several months earlier, and that he knew a woman who has a pretty high seat in the English department, and that he talked to her about me and she said she could help. So to make a long story shorter than it seems to be becoming, I emailed this woman, she told me what to do to craft my appeal, which I did, and was subsequently readmitted to Rutgers. So after one semester, I now find myself graduating next month, 8.5 years after coming to this goddamn town. I feel great, though I am as of yet still waiting tables and the job market is what it is these days.
I graduate in May with my associates. I will have to move on to a 4 year college to get my bachelors in secondary ed and history. I'm going to minor in foreign language, spanish primarily, and psychology/sociology.
OH my goodness! The professor is amazing. I have an intellectual hardon for that man! *L* The class is awesome, it's always full, and I was able to get into this semester. FINALLY! Hitler always fascinated me anyways.
