25. Get Your Diploma
A professor in my 2nd college refused to grant me the credits for work I’d done in my previous school.
She was supposed to, but because she was a bigwig of sorts, no one challenged her on my behalf.
My diploma was withheld on graduation day. The secretary smugly told me the dean was too busy to speak with me, and that I was out of luck. Now, I knew he was always on the office phone attached to the fax, so I took advantage of that.
I went home, found all my original papers (70 or 80-ish), and the moment his line went free, I began faxing the. papers. One after the other, a neverf*ckingending stream of documents. After sending the 40th or so paper, my mom’s phone rang. Picked it up, and the secretary was almost in a panic. She said I was “tying up the line,” the dean approved my papers— and, “He said, can you just please stop, and come get your diploma?”
Which I did. On my graduation day.