Hello everyone! I seem to be the new kid on the block so to speak. Due to a very weird first week and signing up for classes the Friday before, I missed the Monday class. So it's okay if you see this and don't know me. Why did I not sign up for classes before the week before school? Well...
I moved to Castle High school for my Senior year, and everything was fantastic! Soon, it's time to pick a college and, for me, that meant picking a major as well. I thought I wanted to go into physics and got accepted into a college in Florida, but then I did some soul searching and found that physics was not really what I was passionate about. And that's one thing my parents have always stressed to me, "Do whatever you want, as long as you're passionate about it." I noticed that I spent all my free brain time (you know, drives to and from school, time spent waiting in line, when you really don't have anything to do but daydream) thinking about ways to improve energy and to work with renewable energy. Bingo, that's what I want to do. Simple, right?
As it turns out, not so much. You see, interest in renewable energy is so new, there aren't any majors out there that really focus on it. I had a hard time finding anything until I stumbled across Oregon institute of Technology and their renewable energy engineering program. I was so happy. I applied, got accepted, and began a grand scramble to get funding. Graduation rolled around, and, while sad about moving all the way to Oregon (that's Oregon the state, by the way. I get a lot of questions about that) I was certain that I would make new friends, excited about my new apartment, and excited about my major. Plus, my dad was able to accept a transfer to Washington and my parents were moving there. The whole family packed up our things, said goodbye to our house, and set out for Oregon the beginning of August last year.
Now I'm going to skip ahead a few months. Not that August and September weren't interesting and important to the story in their own way, but I'm not shooting for an essay here. I want you to actually finish my first post. So, in the time that's passed, I'm having problems. I don't really like where I'm living, I haven't made any new friends, and my school is looking and feeling more rinky dink by the day. My mom hurt her back and had to stay with me, which ended up being great because I'm not sure I would have told her how much I didn't like Oregon if she hadn't been in the same room. We talk, and I discover that I'd really like to move home, and then she tells me she really would to. But we're not fly off the handle people so we wait. But, getting back to November, that was the month of the interesting discussion in my engineering class.
My teacher was giving a boring lecture to our small renewable energy class about engineering as a whole, and the topic of accreditation comes up. He talks about how important an accredited program is to an engineering student because otherwise said student cannot get a graduate degree nor is it likely that they will be hired. The class is uninterested. By this time, everyone has figured out that they can play and surf the net on the computers at each work station so hardly anyone's listening anyway. But then the prof. goes on to mumble that our degree is not yet accredited, but that it will be, and moves on to the next slide. Suddenly, everyone is awake and has questions. The basics, it's a gamble to be in an unaccredited program, and no one had any idea that this was not accredited, and, by the way, it might not be by the time your class graduates.
I already knew that though. Remember that scramble for funding I mentioned? (I hope everyone's taking notes. there's a quiz after the reading.) Well, as I was searching I found a women's engineering scholarship. There aren't too many women engineers; I thought I was a shoe in. But, before you can even apply, they have you find your school and major on the ABET accreditation site. I look for my school. I find it. I look for my program. It's not there. This was spring, and when I called my school, I was told that the website simply hadn't been updated yet and to check back in the fall. So I checked back in the fall. Still not there. I call the head of the engineering department for my school (he's in Portland), he doesn't want to give me a straight answer so i put my mom on the phone. Only when she threatens a lawsuit does he come loose with the truth. OIT is not accredited for my program. Not only that, but several other engineering programs that have been going for many more years than mine are also not accredited. In case you can't guess, that's bad. Very bad. It means the school lied to its students and recruited under false pretenses. Bad.
So, what do you do when your school gives you the option of gambling on a program that isn't accredited? If you're me, you move back to Indiana. You call USI, talk to the most wonderful people everywhere and do as much as possible over the phone to get yourself enrolled. I had to wait for my transcript at the end of the semester, though, before i could be accepted. And, by the time OIT sent out transcripts, I had already been on the road for three days. We packed me up and left the day after I finished my finals. But, remember when I said my parents were moving out with me? Their stuff was still in storage in Washington since my mom had never moved out of my apartment. Have you ever unpacked a storage shed in negative ten degrees with snow on the ground? I have. Because the snow started falling as we were leaving town the day after my finals, and we fought it all the way across the mountains and plains driving home.
But I'm here. I'm home. And so much else went on that I have not mentioned. Maybe I'll do another post on it someday, but the important thing today was to tell you all how I got here, and why I was not at the first class meeting. It was because until the Friday before class started, when I went into the admissions office for the first time, I was not technically a student at USI. I am so glad to be one now, and I look forward to meeting all of you in class tomorrow. And, if you happen to make it down this far, thanks for reading. :)