Here I was, sitting pretty, thinking that Man-Child would be home for the summer in about two weeks. That he'd successfully navigated, on his own, his first year of college very well.
And yes, I admit it...I was smug.
When I was informed that he, apparently, somehow, oh gee - don't know how that happened! doesn't have all the credits needed to call his freshman year done.
The ONE major thing I took away from Parent Orientation (way, way, way back when; i.e., last year about this time) was that the student needed to confer with the Student Adviser constantly regarding his schedule. I tried my darnedest to impart this knowledge to him.
Apparently, I failed.
He, of course, informs me that it "will all be straightened out tomorrow."
HOW? How is the credit - that he doesn't have -going to "magically" appear on his transcript tomorrow? And do you know what happens if it doesn't?
Then he will not be able to enroll as a "full time" student next year. Which means that he can't live on campus. Which means....well, I don't really know what that means since I haven't had the time to sit down and actually process it all yet.
This kid is doing his damnedest to make me go completely gray overnight...and he's succeeding.