The law school I was accepted into part time is already starting to get on my flippin’ nerves. I emailed an admissions counselor to see if I could request that my class schedule be set up so it doesn’t interfere with my work schedule, since I work a late afternoon shift.

“In your first year, your classes are selected for you. You cannot choose a set class schedule. Our office of Academic records generates these schedules, and doesn’t do so until the summer.”

I wrote back indicating that it would be impossible for me to attend classes if I got a class schedule that conflicted with my working hours. Since the whole point of a part time day program was to accommodate people with nontraditional working schedules, I asked for some leniency or that we be able to work something out to both mine and the school’s satisfaction. My emails are now being ignored.

Beautiful.

I talked to one of my blogging buddies about it, and she let me know that her school allows part timers to choose what time they want to take mandatory classes, so I know what my school is doing is a crock of moose poo poo. If I don’t get an answer by tomorrow, I’ll either write to the director of admissions, or stop in person and give them mean looks. That failing, I’ll write to the dean of of the school, and failing THAT, I’ll wash my hands of law school.

Honestly, this really frosts my chocolate chip cookies. I’ve been in the workforce 7 years, and when a job pays me, then it’s expected that I would have to revolve around their schedule. But when I pay a school $26,000 a year PART TIME, then I bloody well expect to be accommodated as much as possible, dammit.

But I’m not overly upset about it. I’ll let the chips fall where they may, and if it’s meant to be, I’ll be starting my first classes in August. Right now I’m more concerned about getting my health and body in order.