|You may get in, but you'll never get out.|
Yet, here I am, and I believe I have succeeded. (fingers crossed) If all goes well, on January 9th, I should begin my junior year at UNCG. Except I won't exactly. Even though I do have an associates degree from GTCC, the "system", has left me ready for junior level classes in all my classes except my degree classes. So I have all my core requirements, but to enter the junior level classes, they require a co-requisite of junior level French courses. The problem is, community colleges in North Carolina don't offer that. Personally, I believe if you want to take a course, you should be allowed to take it. I don't need to speak French fluently to take European Art. I of course, could be wrong. So I'll persist, and take as many classes as I can, that the system allows me to. Unfortunately I couldn't find enough. So it's either take "filler" classes or go 3/4 time.
The actual process of applying to UNCG wasn't for the light-hearted either. Transcript after transcript, (and they don't come cheap) and then they even told me my vaccinations, which had gotten me into four other colleges in the past wasn't valid for them. I spent two days running around to health departments, and begging my doctor to shoot me up with a MMR vaccine to be ready in time. Let me digress, I did this on my child's vaccine appointment. Kindly, the staff lined me up with my two children and the three of us got our shots, and colorful cartoon band-aids. Let me also mention this is all done without insurance, and if you're lucky enough to be like myself, poor, then you'll find yourself reamed with another bill at UNCG, mandatory insurance. Just like Obamacare, you must have insurance. I actually agree with this, but it does become a very ironic political statement in a red-state of "freedom" loving conservatives.
The big technical nightmare of the process was the fact they had somehow managed to decide I was an out-of-state student. What? I had sent them transcripts that showed, clearly, I had been attending college here as well as a drivers license, and well, ask anyone? This is the point, when your mind starts its conspiracy theories and wonders if someone, there, doesn't want you there. Eventually it was resolved, but the process seemed silly and I felt a lack of love being a North Carolinian. ("Go back to where you came from!!!!!!")
Silly like some of the questions, like "Explain the gaps in your educational history?" What? Seriously? Like those years living under the over-pass, as a passed out drug addict, who drank away a million dollar winning lotto ticket? I mean serious. I'm an adult, I've made some mistakes, and I'm here to correct them, what else do you want to hear? Then there was the question: "Why did you move to NC?" I wrote "I missed Bojangles." They didn't think it was funny. I did.
The UNCG application process mostly takes place on their Internet interface. (Let me disclaim, of the people I met in person, they were awesomely nice, much nicer then their computer dopplegangers.) The Internet interface for applying is functional, but confusing as heck. I write PHP, and blog, and it was confusing for me. In fact the whole process, I equate with a giant Rube Goldberg Machine: way more complicated then it should be or have to be. Heck I applied for college in Belgium last year in two weeks and was accepted, but UNCG has take shadenfreude to a whole new level. Freshman are one thing, but transferring adult students from other NC intuitions? The process should be simpler. That said, I'm glad it looks like I've been successful at applying for UNCG, but likely had I known the complexity, I may have chosen another institution.