Atomictumor

A roadblock has manefested in my mighty search for schooling, and it comes from my rough and ready past…

Apparently, I’m on what they like to call “Academic Probation”, on account of I kinda sorta accidently failed out of a semester back in 1999 instead of dropping out…

The story goes back to the heady days of 1996.  Machine had pulled one over on man by beating chess champ Gerry Kasparov (although he would later come back to beat Deep Blue in a rematch, but ultimately lose once again, ensuring our place in the eventualy cyber pecking order).
The Chicago Bulls, under Michael Jordan, set an NBA record for most wins in a season, with 70.
The British rock band Oasis made UK history by playing the biggest free-standing rock concert.  They would later infurate GAC by claiming to surpass the Beatles, earning her lifelong enmity.

And a young AT and GAC both dropped out of college in UT, madly in love, and pretty damn pregnant with their first child.  It would be the first of many poor college attendance choices for AT, but all with at least somewhat of a good reason.

Yes, thats right, I’m a college dropout.  Four time, college dropout by my count.  And yes, for most of those times, I was being funded by government money.  No, I’m not proud of it.  Yes, if I had to go back I would have made the same choices.

Unfortunately, Roane State disagrees.  I received a BBHMM phone call from a nice lady at the admissions office this evening, informing me that, in fact, my Pell check did not go through, would that be cash or charge?  Yikes.  And this after I had received my soothing green “Its all clear, dude” postcard.
Is higher education ruled out for AT?  Will he be be doomed to a life of mundane banality, never to fulfill the MIGHTY EXPECTATIONS the world has for somebody who has switched unforgivably from first to third person no less than 1 time during this post?

Well, maybe.  Evidently, I have until noon tomorrow to get an appeal filed with the Lord of Financial Aid.  The beast has been written, and is smooth enough to talk Khrushchev into keeping his shoe on, sitting down, and shutting the hell up, but will it be enough?  And will it get there in time?

Lives hang in the balance.

Cuz I sure can’t afford $750 for two classes at a community college.

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