Kyriakonie’s Weblog

After a month of waiting I was given a pell grant for my summer classes, woo hoo! Totalling – $960! So I decided I was going to max out the summer semester by taking 3 courses. I registered for English 101, Psychology 151, and Basic Algebra. Wait! I still needed books! Classes started this past Monday, but I was told that my financial aid might not be in the systems until Tuesday. That’s fine because I didn’t have to be to my math class until that Tuesday. Perfect.

So Tuesday mid-morning or so, Wade and I waltz and stroll our  way over to the bookstore. I was told by the financial aid department that I didn’t need a student ID to get my books just my state ID. Great. So after 20 minutes of searching for the book store in lets say Bldg #1, someone informed me that the book store had moved to lets say Bldg #2. Cool, whatever, I don’t care I just want my books. So after we strolled to Bldg #2, a lady helped me find my books. Then she told me I needed my student ID. Was I a little mad? yes. She said she would hold onto my books at the counter and that when I was finished getting my ID I could pick them up. But wait, I don’t know how to get an ID. So, I asked the lady. She said that I needed to go the Business office in lets say Bldg #3 and have them print me out my class schedule so I could take it to the Public Ops office in Bldg #1. Groovy… but I accepted this and went on my way.

So after traveling from Bldg #2 to Bldg #3, Wade and I arrive at the Business Office. I relayed the information that was just told to me, and he said that I was wrong. I needed to go to the Registration office and they will print me out my schedule. No big deal they are the office right next door. But wait, there’s a big line! So after 10 minutes or so, a lady comes out and asks if anyone was waiting in line to have their schedule printed out. I raised my hand very willingly and she pulled me out of the line. Then she asked me for my student ID, I told her that was what I was trying to get! Then she said she needed an ID with my social number on it. Thank you Air Force for not taking my ID. So after waiting 10 minutes or so, she comes out with my schedule in hand. Yay!

So, next Wade and I stroll on over to Bldg # 1 to get in the Public Ops office line. It’s HUGE, and there was hardly any movement. Grreaat, as Tony the Tiger would say. Except I’m sure if Tony the Tiger was here, he’d have added a few more choice words to the end of that. So after waiting for about 40 minutes, and trying to keep Wade from screaming, and after being smothered by the people behind me and in front of me, it was my turn to get up to the lady behind the glass. I hand her my schedule and tell her I need my Student ID. She hands the schedule back to me. Says “You need your student ID on there” and I said “This is what they gave me” she just gave me this menacing look. What did I do? So I got really mad, yelled “Jesus Christ!” and stormed off pushing Wade in his stroller making a big, fat scene. I was pissed.

So then, I wander back over to Bldg #3, and get back in the registration line, which is even longer than before! At this point Wade is hot and just plain fed up. I don’t blame him, so was I. All the teenagers and younger crowd kept staring at me with pity in their eyes. I think they thought I was a teenager who had a baby to early in life. I wanted to tell them that they were wrong, and to stop staring, but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted pity. I wanted the person in front of me to give me pity and let me in front of her. I thought maybe because she had a shirt on supporting the daycare she worked for as her logo on the shirt that she would be willing, but to no avail.

I wait, and I wait and I wait. Finally it’s my turn. I get up to the counter and tell her my dilema. She says “Oh the number is on there! I don’t know what she is talking about” then she looks at my schedule and says “nevermind” she talks to her manager because she thought it was weird my number didn’t show up, and then prints me a new one. I had her hi-lite my number just so I could make sure that the mean lady behind the glass didn’t reject me again.

So then, I wander on over, again, to Bldg #1. Yay! There is no-one in line. I go up to the counter and slide my schedule under the glass. The lady looks at me and then points to the freshly printed out notice tapped to the glass, “Student ID program unavailable”. She told me it had just stopped working and that it wasn’t my day and it wasn’t her day either. Screw you lady.  Now I know why there wasn’t anyone in the line. Then I start crying. I’m really upset because I’ve been trying to take care of Wade, getting stupid pity looks and stares all day, being bounced like a ping-pong ball from bldg to bldg, just to have this machine break, when all I want is my stupid, effin’ books! She didn’t care that I started to cry, she ignored me. I don’t care, I was mad. I asked her what I was supposed to do then, and she said that if the book store had any problems to just give her a call. Will do.

So then I wander on over to Bldg #2. I go to the counter where my books were supposed to be reserved. Of course with my luck, they had been put back. So then this man asks me if I need help, I tell him I need my books, and he goes and gets them for me. Then I tell him I tried to get a Student ID and I couldn’t. He said “That’s ok, you don’t need one! All you need is any Id and your class schedule with your student ID on it.” Go figure. So then I go wait in line. I wait about 5 minutes, the same man gets behind the counter and says I can help the next person in line. That would be muah!

So then I reach the counter and he says “Have we met?” jokingly. I laugh, sorta. Then he rings up my books, and I hand over my state ID and my class schedule. I tell him I have financial aid, and he starts punching in my number. He says “we have a problem, your financial aid isn’t showing up in the system, you are going to need to talk to financial aid” then I pause for a few seconds because I don’t know what I’m going to do. I need my books, I had the money in my account, but I didn’t want to spend it on books because that’s all the money I had. I wasn’t sure if I’d get reimbursed, so then I say “well let me just buy my math book…” then I remember I needed to read for psychology and needed that book too, well as you may expected, the water works started up again. I started crying. He said I’m sorry, and I just said “it’s not your fault I’m just having a really bad day” then he says “well hold on a moment, let me try and call financial aid” he gets on the phone, while he is on the phone, I try to dry my tears. Also, a lady from the financial aid office walked in. He stopped her and told her my situation. She said to me “I’ll be right back.” After waiting for 15 minutes or so, she returns with the number I needed for my books and gives it to the man. He punches in his code, and rings up all my books again. Finally, I was able to pay my 46.00 dollars that I knew I had to pay after all the deductions and I walked out with my books in hand. YIPPEE!!

When it rains, it freakin’ pours in my world!!!