In April 2005, I decided to try to improve my life, so I enrolled in a non-traditional college, Brown Mackie College. I am not looking to live a rich life; I just wanted to raise my daughter and live happily. After two years of the Brown Mackie Fellowship program, I figured I’d like the education I needed to make a little more money. I chose the pharmacy technology course because I thought, if I like the system, maybe I’ll go to the pharmacy game.
Classes started and I was excited. (I admit, I’m running, I love school.) The first class was Professional; He takes all the first class when it comes to writing. Immediately, I wake up the call. Each race is one month long, as I said above. However, as a night student, classes are only held 3 nights per week, 4 hours each night. So the total is only 12, 4 hours. Do not show people! I thought, when I finish this education, I will go to the navy. And as time went on, I was more and more disappointed…
When I talked with some of my classmates, I gathered that more than half of the students enrolled were welfare mothers. The first reaction is positive. I, myself, am struggling with public support as a single mother. I thought, this is great, all these people were looking for a better life for their own. It wasn’t until check-out time rolled around that I realized how poor I had been. After school is at one o’clock on Thursday, students are allowed to go to the library to take out student loans. Most of them left their houses safely; they didn’t bother to go back to class for the remaining 3 hours. The college went into town on the masked days of the check-in days.
After attending Brown Mackie for about 1 year, he felt rejected by the college. I felt out of place. The students were running around like they were in high school. Women fought over men. Men fought over women. People used to skip the boat and leave early. There was always someone cursing into a cell phone at the wrong time in class. Some were also college teachers. There was a male teacher who lived with a younger female student. There was a female teacher who passed a failing student in her class because the student gave her Vicodin. It was like a circus; it lacked everything, it was a huge tent.
As my age passed, I not only felt out of place, but also began to feel uncomfortable in general. During the last few months at Brown Mackie, I started asking myself why I signed up in the first place. My GPA is a solid 3.8. But I did not work. I’m not feeling challenged. and my classmates noticed. Some of them started laughing at me. I was a favorite teacher, and you know everything. But I was just learning and helping those who weren’t getting information. Some of the women in the class were disgusting to me. I asked myself, what studies should I write in this school?
The chemistry teacher came to me and kept my assessment. He asked me what my intentions were. He said I was too smart to waste time at Brown Mackie College. He said my grades were excellent and he was glad to have someone in class who understood what he was teaching. He told me to continue with my education after Brown Mackie. Oddly enough, he left his job.
My friend signed up and I’m happy to have a friendly face around. But Mackie’s stress got to him too. When we met after class, neither of us had anything positive to say. He languished and failed as one of the fleet. A student in the same class skipped as many class sessions as he did, and they passed him. The college wanted to save money and replace paper with a web site for students to access class schedules, account information, and so on. A friend of mine had trouble logging into the ad site, so he asked the office registrar for a paper copy of his class schedule. They didn’t want him one. And without a fleet card, he couldn’t get his book. He asked for help to open the site, and no one, not even the person responsible for the site, could get started. It’s gone.
Finally, the time has come to look for an external site. I was in my last class and felt relieved to finish the next two years with a Brown Mackie degree. I had to complete 120 hours to graduate from pharmacy. They gave me a list of places I could go to that they had contracts with: a total of 3 hospitals and 2 retail pharmacies. Two of the hospitals were far ahead of me. The other refused me hospitality; their schedule was full. One of the funeral home pharmacies never called me back, even though I left many messages with them. And other wholesale pharmacies denied having an external contract with Brown Mackie.
My sense of relief suddenly turned into panic. I told him that I was struggling with my chair, and all he said was that I was “trying”. Keep trying?! I liked all the places on the list! By this time I had already signed a two-week contract. Now it’s time to run. So I turned to other sources for help: the career rejected the services. He told me that the less I worked to find an external position, the more I worked. had contact It was like mine. But it simply didn’t do the job.
So here I sit two years later, with no degree and no debt. After my extension was raised, I was taken away; My financial aid will no longer pay for my foreign exchange, nor have I received a monthly account in my bank account to pay for myself. If I had known I would be enrolled in Clown College, I would have used a red foam nose. It probably fits better.
