Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Back To School

8


After rupturing my left eardrum from a case of walking pneumonia, a specialist appointment had been scheduled for me by the emergency room staff. Given the Monday doctor's appointment I ended up taking the night off from classes as well to have that extra day to heal up before returning to school. The specialist's advice was the same as the 'SwiftCare' doctor of using a Vaseline slathered cotton swab to keep my left ear canal dry when taking showers with the addition of returning in a few weeks for a follow-up. Though functionally deaf in my left ear, I returned to the Business College after almost missing a full week and checked in at the office to let them know I was back.
Business College was a blessing compared to High School in that they accepted computer typed in and printed up homework and reports. During my spare time between arriving at Colorado and before I entered Business College in the Fall, I had felt inspired to get back into writing Science Fiction for fun and became very familiar with the TRS 80's text editor as a result. Now I was using that skill to write up my college work. Where before I would keep my written work to its barest minimum to avoid the pain in my hands from hand written work, now I gushed all I wanted into the keyboard without any limits. I soon had to learn the new skill of editing to cut back my work to ensure it had focus, but with the excitement of this new flow, I didn't mind. Neither did the instructors at the College who would get a variety of hand written work of all types from everyone else, then get nice crisp and clean print-outs from me.
As with High School, when it came to picking up and mastering the subject matter for tests, there was no problem. Remembering my final high school experience of 'testing out of a class for credit' I asked the Business College if they had something like that as well for some of the more basic courses needed to gain my certificate, such as basic English and Math classes. They did, but the catch was it would be the same price as taking the full class and what I'd have to do is take the Final. If I wanted, I could buy the associated book and go through it on my own before taking the test, or I could just take it cold. As a result, rather than taking four classes per quarter, I would select three courses to take in person and one course to test out of, thus I seemed to get four courses for the time commitment of three. I thought it was a fair enough deal and I received the grade for the tested out course based on the grade of the completed Final.
There were two computer instructors for the College, one who handled the daytime classes and the one who handled the nighttime classes. The night teacher was soon impressed with my computer programming skills and the way I'd pick up a new computer language in the first week, then spend my class time helping my classmates as they were coming up to speed on the language syntax and logical structures, themselves. By Summer, the night teacher told me he was going to recommend I have the job as the Saturday computer lab monitor. They already had one, but the night teacher found that while he was technically capable of keeping the computer running on the weekend, he really didn't have any interest or patience when it came to helping out the students who would come in for extra time. I was neutral to the idea, but willing to do it if offered to me.
What I didn't realize was I was being used in a little power play where the night teacher wanted his guy monitoring the lab and thus prove his dominance over the day teacher by having his guy kicked out of the job. This resulted in my being called to the office as the two were arguing it out with the current lab monitor watching from the side. When I came in, the daytime teacher decided the fastest way to put the kibosh on me in the eyes of the headmaster was to ask me obscure technical questions about the TI 990 minicomputer which, of course, I didn't know all the answers to. But I was honest about that fact as I had only been using the school's computer for the past few months learning languages, not the technical details of the hardware or system software. While my lack of knowledge of the ins and outs of the TI 990 put an end to the tug of war as to whose guy would be in charge of the computer lab, the headmaster was very impressed by my composure and honesty and said he'd keep me in mind if other opportunities came to light. While the night teacher didn't get his way on the matter, he also seemed happy with the outcome as he had proven himself not to just be the daytime computer teacher's nighttime lackey.
By this Summer of Nineteen Eighty-Four there was 'good news' throughout the campus. The private company that had created the 'American Business College', and had many other versions of it sprinkled across the country, had bought an ailing, though nationally accredited, College. This meant they could now create branches of that College through the country which would all be accredited themselves and thus we students could transfer to the new College at some point and transfer with us our credits from the Business College. Now, I was told, instead of a certificate of completion, I would actually be able to get a degree for my time and money! At the time I was a little oblivious to all this stuff, but in retrospect I had lucked-out big time... I continued at the little Business College for another year and a half before I transferred to the new accredited, branch College in town.
As for my eardrum, I returned to the specialist's office a few weeks later as requested. He looked into my ear and then used what were like long tweezers to reach into my ear canal and peel away the dead tissue clogging it. It had all the fun of pulling scabs off of one's body, except it was all happening on the inside of one's ear. I fought to keep sitting quietly & still as he reached in again and again peeling out more dead tissue. Then he was done and I discovered I could hear again on the left side. He told me I wouldn't need to use the cotton swab and Vaseline trick any more and I was thrilled on both counts!




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