Close Call

You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach where it seems like something cold and wet is slowly devouring you from the inside out? I just endured a few minutes of that horrible feeling as I spoke with a couple of advisers at the registrars and admissions offices at SMU. I start school on the 18th, so two weeks from tomorrow and I still don't know my schedule. There are two schedules for first year students and we don't get to pick which one we want, they are simply assigned to us. I've been waiting and waiting and waiting FOREVER to see which one is mine, but to my disappointment, I haven't received it yet. So I decided to call the registrars office to get more info. The woman I spoke with was very nice and after telling me that most schedules have been sent, she tried to look me up. From there, the fun began; she couldn't find my name in her spreadsheet so she informed me I needed to speak with the admissions office and then transferred me over there. (This is where that sick feeling started springing to life.) So I spoke with another nice woman and after explaining to her what was going on, she took my info and put me on hold. It was probably thirty seconds, but as the fear worked its way up my stomach and into my extremities, I started imagining what I could do or would have to do if I wasn't going to start law school in two weeks. Finally she came back and advised me that there had been an error (heart stopped working for a split second), on their end (heart went into overdrive) and that everything had been corrected. The rest is kind of a blur, I vaguely remember confirming that everything was fine and that there was nothing further that I needed to do and that I was squared away. She must have reassured me because I started thanking her amidst my laughter and relief. After I got off the phone with her I had to tell me wife, so I called her up at work and told her about what had just happened. After sharing my story, she made the comment that for a moment her hopes had risen thinking that maybe I wouldn't be able to go to school and I would have to get a job! Silly woman, why get a job when I can get us into more debt?