“Go back to school,” my husband said out loud. “I want to go back to school.” Was this going to be easy for him? Well, if the experience he went through to get admitted is any sign of things to come, he’s is up for the challenge!
For most people, the application process for a community college is fairly straightforward. It figures that for my guy, the road was just a bit bumpy. He’s going to be fine, though. He showed the initiative to make all of his own arrangements for testing, counseling and has a good plan. Most of you wondered why that would be a big deal. Did I mention, we’re already grandparents and many our age are winding down, not getting restarted!
Log into your laptop, google the local college and voila’, right? Maybe not. On his first voyage into the campus, he arrived two days after classes had started. There were people everywhere and lines he never imagined. He persevered, got an appointment to see a counselor, and actually scheduled his math aptitude test. We waited for his transcripts and the fun continued!
Delays began when his signature was missing on the transcript request form. So we mailed another, the point of paying the rush fees had been lost. We thought we had ordered three copies for each of us, because I had attended the same college and ordered mine as well. So a few days later when six copies arrived addressed to me instead, our confusion grew. How could we use any of the six addressed to me if half of them could potentially be for him? Once an official transcript is opened, it is no longer official. So another call to the college and we discover all six were for me, and I had miscalculated the costs. They sent me six instead of three. But where were his, we asked? We arrange to email another copy of the transcript form, and finally, after a few more days, the transcripts arrived, two days after the counseling appointment.
After all was said and done, he still needed more copies of other transcripts, but for good reasons: to show the counselor at the university level! His quest was started, and that’s the beginning of every journey. I’m proud of my guy. Writing about his experience, I hope inspires another person contemplating a restart. Go for it!