So after thinking that everything was squared away (though I wasn’t assuming anything with CSI), I get a call today telling me that I need yet another letter from the chair of the English department explaining that the graduate level (read above 300) writing course I’m about to take qualifies as an above 300 level writing course. Make sense? No? I didn’t think so.
Well this makes it official that there is no way in hell that I am going for my masters at CSI.
Well I got my letter saying I’m graduating. I won’t feel better until I have that diploma in my hand.
I should feel relieved and excited, but the whole experience left such a bad taste in my mouth.