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I am sitting in one of MPA summer school classes and I get a text from Dominion letting me know the decisions have been mailed. I know mine is once again going to my home address so I am blowing up my moms phone for her to go check the mail. She is not responding fast enough for me so on our class break I step out and call her. Hearing the tone of her voice when she answered, it was really no point of her saying the rest.
"Ms. Haynes, the standards committe has decided not to readmit you. Good luck on your future endeavors."
I grabbed all of my things out of the classroom and drove home. I called my best roommate/friend Annalisa and she came out to the car and let me cry it out. I thought I was devastated the first time, well I do not even know what to call the feelings I had this time. I called Dominion and she advised me to call Professor Favorite. Professor Favorite helped calm me down until I was able to speak to my counselor. And here's were things go south...
Now you ask, Jada how could talking to your counselor make things worse? Well keep reading...
When I got on the phone with the counselor I told him I was not approved to readmit. He said and I quote, "Wait, you had your hearing? They did not call me; They did not ask me about you; They always contact me for readmit students that had sessions with me."
At this point I am confused, I am sad, and I feel like someone is playing a terrible joke. He then makes sure I am mentally well and says I will call you back after I do some digging. We will have a session on Monday.
Well that was a Monday sometime in June 2018 and its now Monday Dec 7, 2020 and I am still waiting on that call and session.
After several horrific breakdowns to Annalisa, Dominion, my sister, and J (yeaaahhh judge yourselves not me lol), I finally got enough courage to go to the school and talk to someone. I just wanted to at least understand because at this point you did not read my evidence, you did not consult my counselor, and I also found out the other students who were rejected had letters saying the reason for the rejection and mine clearly did not.
I talk to the interim Dean of Students (waited an hour for her to come while listening to her secretary talk major shit about her on the phone saying yeah she has made it clear she does not want to be here). When the Dean finally arrives she turned into T.D Jakes giving me a sermon that I did not want to hear, and would not dare touch my portfolio. She basically said I cannot help you because I do not want to, but we all face adversity and you will overcome. So I went back to my Professor Favorite's office and she said, "Well from what I hear and what has been told to other rejected students, It's not you, its political."
Well I don't recall any of us running for office!
At that point it was basically nothing else I could do. She then sent me to admissions to see what my next steps were. Honestly everything they said went in one ear and out the other. All I heard was wait two more years, reapply, buzz buzz buzz. I was overwhelmed and on the verge of passing out (anxiety attack). I did not know what else to do. THIS WAS MY PLAN B! I never considered plan B could fail.
After a draining summer I finished my summer school courses and I did not enroll for the fall semester. I completed one year of MPA successfully. I hated any and everybody associated with the entire University. I lost trust and even took that as far as not trusting my classmates, my references, no one. The only people I liked in the entire city were my friends and my Professor Favorite.
I was lost. So I abruptly decided I did not want to go back to school, I saved enough money from my refund checks to cover my rent for at least four months, but the retail job that I had at the time was never going to cut it after that, I was at a new internship and faking a smile everyday while entertaining daily questions about school and my future with every new person I met. All while I was majorly depressed. Oh and let's not forget I was scheduled to speak for Youth Day at my church the next week. I tried my best to get out of that because I felt like a failure and I had nothing useful or inspiring to tell them.
Mood: You Can't Win - The Wiz
Find out what I did next in: Journey to J.D. Part 4: Let's Take a Break
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