I Wanna Medal

I deserve a medal. Really.

I live in a large city, home of the state's 4th largest public school district, and home to a Major University. MU has a deal with the city: any student who maintains a certain high school average and scores well on the PSATs is guaranteed admittance to MU -- and there may be financial aid available. Several of Y-Chromo's older friends have taken advantage of this marvelous program, two of whom have a free ride at MU--which is no slouch of a school.

Naturally, TV & I signed up Y-Chromo for the Challenge. And since we first did this, when Y-Chromo was in eighth grade, he's changed his mind and now wants to attend MU. A win-win situation all around, yes?

Well, maybe not.

Several weeks ago, Middle School held High School night, and as X-Chromo is in 8th grade, we attended. I spoke to the rep from MU about how great the "Challenge" program is. She laughed and said, "You must be getting sick of all the mail we send you."

I said, "Huh?"

She gave me her business card. I spent the next several days phoning and e-mailing her to make sure Y-Chromo was actually enrolled in the program. I also had Y-Chromo bug his Guidance Councilor. As his GC later said, we opened Pandora's Box.

Last week, I was told that due to a computer "glitch", none of the students from Y-Chromo's class at his middle school were enrolled in the Challenge, but that was being corrected. Oh boy.

An hour ago, I met with X-Chromo's middle school GC (who was also Y-Chromo's middle school GC), who told me that I had been misinformed. None of the students in the entire school district from Y-Chromo's year and the following year had been enrolled in the program because of the computer "glitch."

Theoretically, my paranoia rectified the situation. Except I still haven't received any mail confirming this.

The first piece should be my medal.