Higher Education Strikes Again

I've jumped through their hoops time and time again. On Friday, I left the office early with the hopes to register for my courses for the up and coming spring semester. First, I had to make a stop at the health district to get a slew of shots that were required of me to register. This was (as far as I knew) the last thing the University needed in order to let me register. So I waited in an hour line, paid $100 dollars, and let a very large and unhappy man stick me with 2 needles. I tried to make small talk, he was not amused. Though, this was not the best way to spend a Friday, I figured this is a small sacrifice to make towards my education. Then I head to the all-to-familiar Student Enrollment Service building at UNLV. Side Note: Almost every trip to this place has ended in tears or anger. Usually both, but like a lady I've always refrained from losing it in front of whatever unaffected bored person that is working the little window of shame (as I have named it). But on Friday I felt, surly, this is when the shame would end. I've filled out all their papers, I've gotten all the necessary shots, I've attended all the proper academic counseling sessions, I've signed away the rights to my first born son. I'VE JUMPED THROUGH ALL THEIR HOOPS!!! And I looked SOOO forward to re entering the world of academia. So I hand the man my shot record and say excitedly, "So can I register now?" To which he replies, "Oh it looks like you haven't been admitted yet." ADMITTED!!! I lost it, I frantically pulled out the dozens and dozens of letters and papers I've received from the school over the year. "Here, here is my acceptance letter, what do you mean I haven't been ADMITTED?!!" To which he boredly replies, "Oh well, that was for last semester, you'll be getting a new letter sometime this next week, you can't register until you get that." Well, needless to say, everything I said from this point on was said in a very loud high pitched voice, I lost it. I'm sure there is some note written in my file about me being a lose cannon and difficult. You know , like on the Seinfeld episode were Elaine has a rash and tries to tell the doctor about it? Anyway, they all lie. All those self help gurus who tell young people that if you "want it bad enough the doors will open for you." They lie. I am a mind waiting to be molded, I want to finish college and at this moment I feel our country is only a small notch above communist China or class-system India. I am shooting for the stars, and landing face first back in that damn student services line over and over again. Anyhow, please for the love of God, pray that letter comes soon and there are no further gliches or I may just have to assassinate someone higher up. The peasants will revolt.