This thought crossed my mind as I walked in the endless corridors of the Academic Advisement center in Yeshiva University. One hallway led to another, opening way to a new door and a new hall. I kept on walking, getting dizzy. No one gets out of here, I thought to myself.
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I was lost in thought when I finally reached my destination. I knocked on the glass door. The woman invited me in. When I gave her my name, she rolled her eyes. "You were here already for a senior check. Why are you here again?" I could hear impatience in her voice. "I had to come," I began "because so many of my friends thought they had graduated when they were notified of a missing course or discounted credits that prevented them from graduating. I did not want that happening to me." The woman took my file, looked through my papers. After some time, she told me that everything was okay, just as it had been in April. And I looked at her, and pleaded with her to look over my files just one more time, because I wanted to be one thousand per cent sure that I could graduate by the expected date.
The woman opened my file one last time. And then she froze. Course 2436--how could you have taken it! How did the instructor let you in? How come I never caught it? She was upset. Extremely upset. She informed me of the fact that I will have to take another course. I pleaded with her. She told me she would get back to me.
I was so sad. What does a word of someone mean? They say you are good to go and it means nothing? It means they overlooked something?
I sat at her desk. I looked out the window. All I could see was an image of myself eighty years down the road with a cane and fake teeth struggling in the elevator to make it to class to fulfill the final requirements to earn that BA.
I walked out of her office. The hour was five o'clock and people were leaving work. Lights were being turned off and the hallways, the endless hallways were darker than ever. I would have cried, but I am past the days where I cry over school. I just felt empty. Here I was, on the journey that had no end, searching for my final destination.
