It has been close to two weeks since my last post, which is much longer than I was hoping to go. The problem is I keep getting ideas of subjects I would like to write about and then I get overwhelmed by so much writing, similar to how I react to cleaning my entire house. The solution to this predicament is the same as for cleaning: just take care of one thing at a time and eventually I will be caught up.
Last Winter Semester, the College of Health and Human Performance announced that it no longer exists, meaning Dance was now a part of the College of Fine Arts and Communication. Instead of receiving a Bachelor of Science from the CHHP when I graduate, my degree in dance will now be a Bachelor of Arts. It is a change that should have happened a long time ago, but I did enjoy my time in the College of Health and Human Performance. Sean always thought it was quite a conundrum that I would graduate with a Bachelor of Science in Dance, while he received a Bachelor of Arts for Political Science. Anyway, all of this information is just to setup the story of my application for graduation. Because of the change of my college and the fact that CHHP are still offering some services right now, I was not sure where I needed to go to apply. Here is my annoyingly long adventure of graduation application (warning: this is a bit of a rant):
Me (in the dance department office): Where do I need to go to apply for graduation?
Student Worker: Vacant stare. Slow blink.
Me: Do I need to go to the HFAC (building on campus which houses the college of fine arts)?
Student Worker: Um, yeah....
Me: Do you know the room number of the advisement center?
Student Worker: It is D.......4........4........4.
Me: Ok thanks.
So I went up to the HFAC where I encountered two more student secretaries.
Me: I need to apply for graduation.
Student Worker #1: Smiles. Ok, what is your major?
Me: Dance.
Student Worker #1: Smile fades. Um, ok. (obviously doesn't know what to do.) Are you sure this is where you are supposed to go?
Me: The secretary in the dance office told me to come here.
Student Worker #1: Ok. To Student Worker #2: Do you know who is meeting with the dance majors?
Student Worker #2: Heather. (I don't remember the exact name, but #2 definitely said it with confidence)
Student Worker #1: Ok, I can make an appointment for you for Monday at 9:15.
I proceeded to give her my name and phone number and she gave me a little reminder card, like what the dentist gives you, only without the cartoon teeth wearing bow ties. I went on with my day, only to have Student Worker #1 call a few hours later to tell me that I actually needed to go to the advisement center for CHHP in the RB (building in which I spend all of my time. It is my home). Now, anyone who knows the campus layout of BYU knows that the RB is located at the bottom of a hill, down below most of campus, including the HFAC. The parking lots that I use are also at the bottom of the hill, which means I am able spend all of my time in the same general area with out climbing the 6-8 flights of stairs that lead to campus. I actually get a little annoyed when I have to go up to campus, where there are so many people and they all wear real, matching clothes rather than a hodgepodge of whatever clothes are most comfortable to dance in. In the end, I went to the advisement center in the RB and finished my application in about 5 minutes. The adviser I was working with told me it was the easiest application he had done all year.
This story ended up longer than I was expecting, kind of like the process to apply for graduation! I was really just agitated that I wasted about 45 minutes doing what I was told to do (making Sean about 30 minutes late for work), when what I actually needed to do added about 5 extra minutes to the walk to my car after ballet. Would it really have been so hard for the girl in the dance office to say, "I'm not sure, let me ask someone who knows"? In the end, it doesn't matter because I have officially applied to graduate in April 2010. Go me.
Trivia: Did you know the HFAC was designed by the same architect who designed the Transamerica Pyramid in San Francisco?
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Hooray! The end is near! And sorry about the runaround. That is annoying. I can totally picture it...stupid RB stairs!
I go up those blasted stairs everyday, often two or three times a day. I like to switch it up with the ramp by the SFH sometimes, you know, stretch out some different muscles. Congratulations on nearing graduation! That is fantastic; a real accomplishment.
I have mixed feelings about those dentist cards. The cards were entertaining to me as a child (and, frankly, as an adult), but they signified such a terrible, terrible thing. Oh, and thanks for being such a phenomenal commenter on my blog! I really like reading your opinions and perspectives. My wish is that I could write about things that would prompt a flurry of comments from a wide range of people, all discussing issues. That just doesn't happen when you blog about peanut M&M's. This comment has taken the liking of an epistle. Good night.
CONGRATS!
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