I passed this semester. Praise be to whatever gods control Funeral Service Education... which are probably just my teachers.
Problem is, I did not get my GPA back up to a 2.0. See, to get Financial Aid, you must have at least a 2.0 GPA, otherwise it's considered "academic delay." So, I went up to the school to see what I could do about fixing my GPA. Neither of my teachers were there, so eventually I just went up the the academic advisory office.
Once there, I did one Academic Forgiveness (all I was allowed to do for now) and was told I should bankrupt one other old class, Math 116.
That only got my GPA up to a 1.91
Ain't that a bitch?
But I went ahead and did it, even though I'm still going to have to pay out of pocket next semester for another two classes, and that'll be way more money than I'd like to divulge at the moment.
So I went to work. I'm sitting at the front desk, greeting people as they come in and the phone rings.
Hello, John Doe Funeral Home, this is Shaun.
I knew who it was immediately. My teacher... the head of our department... her voice is unmistakable.
"Did you bankrupt your math grade?"
. . . Yyyyes?
"Who told you to do that?"
An academic advisor.
"And you didn't talk to either of us first?"
"Don't you know that you need that class to graduate?"
Well I've alread-
"And you'll have to take it again now?"
But I had to get my GPA up-
"And I can't graduate you until you pass all of these classes."
One, not only did I NOT get my Financial Aid back, I'm going to have to take another class. I'm not sure if I'll be able to take it during Spring semester or if I have to wait until Summer, but I'll have to take it over, and it was hard enough the first time.
I'm not too pleased with this outcome, but it's not like there's anything I can do about it.