Three times a year, the Graduation Team in the Registrar’s Office sends several hundred emails informing students that they did not meet the requirements for graduation. The week we send the denials is inevitably filled with emails and panicked phone calls telling us “they didn’t know about Requirement X” or “Advisor Y told me I was ‘all set.’” Telling a student they didn’t graduate because of missing one or more classes is the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do in my career. I can see the betrayal my students feel at the hands of their advisors and the school, as they are often at a complete loss about what to do. I’ve had students cry, yell, punch my desk, lose a work VISA or job opportunity, beg, and even try to make deals with me and my team.
Continue reading at: Advising to Graduation | ACPA
This has been the hardest contribution to a blog series I’ve written
July 21, 2011
“Yes, I’ll gladly accept the position, thank you so much for your consideration.”
“Start date? Well, my mother died 2 days ago…thank you…so I know that they want me to start ASAP, but I need some time to…yes, thank you…I can’t do anything before August 1. Thank you for your kindness, yes, I’ll be in touch with the department.”
Continue reading at: Things might have been different, but they could not have been better. | This Side of TheoryThis Side of Theory.
One last re-blog from The Student Affairs Collaborative. This was my first contribution, reflecting on 2014.
To many people looking at the story of my life, 2014 wasn’t a phenomenally significant year—I didn’t move to a new institution; no changes occurred within the Registrar’s Office, or even at UMass Boston for that matter; my involvement in professional organizations maintains the status quo. Even my personal life has been fairly consistent.
Continue Reading at The Student Affairs Collective » #SAReflects Embracing the Wind.
It seems I like contributing to blog series, which I’m better at than keeping my own blog. This is another post to The Student Affairs Collaborative from January 2015 about my career path.
My student affairs path is not as neat as one might initially imagine. Some might even say I’m not quite on the same path as most other student affairs professionals. I guess only time will tell.
Keep reading at The Student Affairs Collective » #MySAPath – Expecting the Unexpected.
Bates Complex at SSU, where I lived for 2 years
Image from SSU Website
Sometimes we don’t realize we’ve learned something until after the fact. Sometimes LONG after the fact. There are going to be plenty of 9/11 posts today, but as I took a walk on campus during lunch, I reflected back to this day 11 years ago when I was in my 4th year of undergrad at Salem State.
I hadn’t yet left for class when I found out, and my roommate came back early from her class to confirm that yes, this was happening and school was cancelled. I, like many others on campus, holed up in my room, alternating between the news and more light-hearted television when the news became too much to deal with. I was living in Bates Complex, the upper-classmen apartments, and remember going up to the kitchen at one point & looking out the window into the courtyard. It was eerily empty, even for noon on a Tuesday. Then, a door across from me opened and a student walked out–he was dressed in fatigues and carried a bag on his back; the bag looked full.
As I wandered campus today, I wondered how many of the students I passed would have been doing the same exact thing if they had been students then. It’s a rare day around here when I don’t see at least one student wearing a military uniform, and those are probably not the (hundreds? thousands?) here who are, like the lone student at SSC back in the day, in the Guard and not as visible. Then I began to wonder about how many students my colleagues and I are seeing today who have been directly affected by what happened. Did that student from 11 years ago ever return? If not, was it because he dropped out, or did he not return from wherever he was sent? Or was he so deeply damaged physically or mentally that he couldn’t return to his studies? If he did return: was he just lucky enough to not be shipped out? did he lose any buddies who weren’t as lucky? The questions are endless.
If I really want to pursue Academic Advising, I need to learn more about this population of students, to understand why that image continues to feature so prominently in my memory of the day. I have begun to understand why the need for specific Military & Veteran Affairs departments or personnel on campuses is so great. if my questions are innumerable, how many questions do Veteran students have?