Today was another of those interesting days. I have an interview with a scholarship committee today. The problem is, they wanted a graduation plan from me. I started to put one together. It was going smoothly since I've already looked over requirements several times before. That's when I noticed something.
You see, I've been taking Welsh classes here. It's not a common language, no, but it is one I love. Part of the requirement for graduating with an English degree is to fulfill the GE "Languages of Learning" requirement with a foreign language instead of math. (Yep, that's right--become an English major and they literally say "Okay, now, don't take any math...") I actually had completed the math Language of Learning during my Freshman year when I was trying to go into Biology. I don't regret the switch to English. Anyway, back to Welsh--kind of--part of the requirement is to take a high level foreign language class. Guess what? For Welsh, you actually had to go to Wales to get the 200-level courses! At least, at BYU you did. It was part of the Wales study abroad, which is one of the cheapest I've ever heard of. Perfect, I thought. Study an incredible language, go to the country, learn and travel at once--best idea ever! I planned accordingly.
There was a slight hitch in this plan.
The university canceled the Wales study abroad.
Well, there went that idea. So I made a new plan--I'd just learn a new language with a little extra school in the spring/summer next year. I was thinking Italian or something like that. Easy enough, right?
Turns out I needed 4 semesters of another language. Let me do the math: Senior year is two, spring/summer is another two, study abroad is minus one, and...three. Right. Um...Well, maybe I could fit it in around other classes? How many hours do I need to graduate?
Minus the language classes, 36.
More math--Study abroad is 12 with one that is required but doesn't help me graduate, I can do 18 hours in a semester if I don't mind killing myself, and there are 6 hours each spring/summer. So that's...41. Oh, good. More than 36. Assuming I don't mind slaving away for my last full semester. 7 more hours. And language classes are...4 hours apiece. That's...not 7.
I could add another semester. Oh, wait, did I mention that the scholarship I'm applying for only goes to people graduating by August 2012?
I reworked and re-checked and redid my schedule several times, then went to the humanities advisement center, which I should have done in the first place.
I love the humanities advisement center.
"Look, you need to graduate by August." Yep. "So, why don't you take this and petition to the English department? You've done a lot of Welsh, you intended to go further, and it's not your fault your study abroad was canceled." I can do that? "Here's the name of the person you need to contact." Yay!
So, my graduation plan is mapped, it won't be killing me, a petition is in, and now I run to class and then to an interview. Wow. Life is good right now. Never, never doubt the power of academic advisers. High school guidance counselors? That's a kettle of fish of an entirely different color.