The Squeaky Wheel & Dang it, Ben was right!

Over the past few days I have been trying to decide if I should take English 1010 next semester (you know, the stupid class they are making me take, even though I shouldn't have to take it) or if I should put it off a while.  Ben and I were talking about it this morning and he told me (as he has many times before) to just talk to the English Department Chair and see if he could do anything for me.  I kept coming back with comments like, "That's not the way I do things," and "Shouldn't I just get it over with?"  I swear he was about to strangle me.  He told me one last time to email the Dept. Chair and at least see what happens.  

I followed his advice this morning, very stubbornly, I might add.  Being the day before Thanksgiving Break I didn't think I would hear back from the Dept. Chair before next week. But lo and behold, when I checked my email this afternoon, there was a reply from him.  He thanked me for the email and wrote that he had checked my ACT scores and my grade transcript and agreed that my request to waive English 1010 was reasonable, and he would speak with my Academic Advisor to make sure all was in order for that to happen.  I was so excited.

My excitement didn't last very long, mostly because I was thinking about swallowing the piece of I-told-you-so pie from Ben today.  I wish I could capture his face when I tell him this afternoon, and then you will all know why I want to smack him around sometimes.  I really and truly hate it when he's right.  And usually the reason I hate it so much is because he is never smug about it.  It'd be a whole lot easier to be annoyed with him if he acted like that.  But, no, I'm not that fortunate.

I guess the squeaky wheel does get greased, even if the wheel is only doing something so her husband will put a cork in it.