Dear Weber State,
It seems we have a bit of a misunderstanding.
Let me get this straight. You're charging me non-resident tuition.
Excuse me?
I've lived in Utah my entire life. I've never moved more than 40 miles away from the city I was born in. I've never taken a few extensive month long vacations, I've never done ANYTHING that would warrant you thinking I am not a resident anymore.
Honest mistake? Some one put it in wrong? I would take that answer gladly. An apology would be nice. Sorry we screwed up, let us fix this immediately, it will show that you are a resident in 2 business days. Is that what happened though? No.
This is the lovely conversation I had with your staff today:
Me: Hi, So I'm looking online at my tuition right now, and it's almost $7000, and all my charges say non-resident tuition in front of them. I'd like to know why?
Cashiers office dude: Tuition is a lot more expensive for non-residents.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, I should have specified... I AM a resident. I have been my entire life. I'm just not sure why that's changed now...
Cashiers office dude: Let me transfer you to admissions. They take care of that stuff.
Me. Oh...ok, thanks.
*ring ring*
Admissions lady: Weber State Admissions, how can I help you?
Me: Hi, I was just checking my tuition online and I noticed that I'm being charged for non-resident tuition... But I'm a resident. I was wondering if you could help m-- (she then kindly cuts me off)
Admissions lady: You need to go online and go to the residency tab on the home page, there's a form you need to fill out to request residency.
Me: I'm sorry, what? I need to fill out an application to request residency in the state that I've lived in my entire life?
admissions lady: Yes, you need to fill it out so we can process it, is that all I can help you with today?
Seriously, Weber State? I'm already paying you a ton of money, but screw that I guess. Thank you for being absolutely no help and for your employees treating me like I was an idiot and a burden to help when it was YOUR mistake to begin with.
No one asked me "Can I get your name and student number so I can look you up and see what's going on?" No one bothered to ask if I'd ever been charged non-resident tuition before or even tried to help me. No one checked my records to see that the last 2 years I've been paying resident tuition. NO ONE BOTHERED.
So now I guess I get to actually come in and fight with you because there is no way I'm filling out an application to request residency in a state that has always recognized me as a resident because I HAVE NEVER LEFT.
Sincerely,
Kirsten Mortensen
P.S. GO AGGIES! UTES! COUGARS! ANYWHERE BUT WEBER!
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Something I have to say.
December 7, 2012.
Tonight I lost a very dear friend.
She was almost 16 years old. And that's pretty old for a cat.
Spring 1997. I was five years old when this story began. My mom and I were out on a walk with my baby brother.
We lived in an area that was pretty friendly, but there were some guaranteed weirdos mixed in there.
One of those weirdos was standing out in his yard.
You look like 'cat people', he said.
MOM! We ARE cat people!
She tried to shut me up but it was too late. Creepy beer-gut smoker man had heard.
He had some kittens he was looking to give away.
So, of course, mom went with the 'I have to talk to my husband' excuse.
Well, I held her to that.
I begged for at least a half an hour (that's like FOREVER when you're five), and dad finally gave in.
So we went to the strange man's house and picked out the newest addition to the Mortensen clan.
Dad liked her because she had four white feet.
I insisted that she be named Katie. It only made sense to a five year old why Katie was obviously the only thing to name a cat. Duh, parents. Katie the Kat.
I got better at spelling later.
Dad wanted to name her Scarlett but I was whiny enough that I got what I wanted.
And so it came to pass that Katie Scarlett Mortensen joined the family.
Katie was beautiful, and a little weird. She had a very special bond with my youngest brother, and even though he was born 2 years after we got her, I think she loved him the very most.
We had nearly 16 wonderful years with her. And she really was family.
I'll miss you, Turkey. You are my sweet girl and my first baby. I'm sorry Max squeaked at you so much. I love you for hiding under my bed every morning when we were both younger, waiting to attack my feet the moment they hit the floor. I love you forever and ever, baby girl.
Tonight I lost a very dear friend.
She was almost 16 years old. And that's pretty old for a cat.
Spring 1997. I was five years old when this story began. My mom and I were out on a walk with my baby brother.
We lived in an area that was pretty friendly, but there were some guaranteed weirdos mixed in there.
One of those weirdos was standing out in his yard.
You look like 'cat people', he said.
MOM! We ARE cat people!
She tried to shut me up but it was too late. Creepy beer-gut smoker man had heard.
He had some kittens he was looking to give away.
So, of course, mom went with the 'I have to talk to my husband' excuse.
Well, I held her to that.
I begged for at least a half an hour (that's like FOREVER when you're five), and dad finally gave in.
So we went to the strange man's house and picked out the newest addition to the Mortensen clan.
Dad liked her because she had four white feet.
I insisted that she be named Katie. It only made sense to a five year old why Katie was obviously the only thing to name a cat. Duh, parents. Katie the Kat.
I got better at spelling later.
Dad wanted to name her Scarlett but I was whiny enough that I got what I wanted.
And so it came to pass that Katie Scarlett Mortensen joined the family.
Katie was beautiful, and a little weird. She had a very special bond with my youngest brother, and even though he was born 2 years after we got her, I think she loved him the very most.
We had nearly 16 wonderful years with her. And she really was family.
I'll miss you, Turkey. You are my sweet girl and my first baby. I'm sorry Max squeaked at you so much. I love you for hiding under my bed every morning when we were both younger, waiting to attack my feet the moment they hit the floor. I love you forever and ever, baby girl.
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