There are some okay things about living in a small England village, like this car that drove by my window. That’s a pretty cool car, no?
Of course, small town life has its downsides, too. Like a high school that doesn’t understand why anyone would ever want their transcripts shipped to an American university. Or what transcripts even are. Or that someone who has changed their name would probably not like to have their old name referred to as the “real” one.
The best part about this whole thing is that my high school experience was awful and walking into that building to talk to the admin staff made me so anxious that I had to take a break during my journey because my stomach was hurting so bad.
Just to be crystal clear, I wanted my name changed on my transcripts, if possible, and those transcripts then faxed to Hudson Valley Community College. That really doesn’t seem that hard, does it? I was even prepared to pay for the inconvenience , if it came down to that. But they said no, on both counts. And made me feel like an idiot.
Fuck this place.
