⚾ 🥎 Politics and sports colliding again. D-backs pitcher says "no, thank you" to San Diego ...

Son number one went to Bama, and we were living in Georgia and had to pay out of state. After a spectacularly unsuccessful first year, I said you're coming home. He said no, I met a girl, I'll go to Shelton, work full time and pay my living expenses if you just pay my JUCO tuition/fees/books. He bumped up his hours with FedEx and put things together well enough to return to Bama after a year. So, he was a resident of Alabama for a year, paying taxes living there, not going to UA. Admissions guy jerked him around, told him, "If you graduated from a Georgia high school, you will never get in-state tuition." I took that quote and was able to have a call with his boss' boss, explained the situation, and he said, "give him a call and explain your situation". I called the guy, smarmy at the outset, a very punchable voice, and about three minutes into the call he got an email and he said, "did you talk to so and so about this?". I said yes, just a bit ago. We had an in-state designation in thirty minutes.

I hate people in a position to crush others, with no accountability. Not to mention, on my dime.

Happened to me when I went to Alabama and all I had to show was a paystub paying Alabama taxes and I never ever got questioned.

Doesn't shock me administrative members hold that key if they want ansmd try their best to get out-of-state tuition.
 
This would've been around 2008 or so, they had ramped up residency requirements during that time given half the incoming class was from out of state.
I thought about that after making the earlier post. I'm still thinking about what I did back then: it was '92/'93. I paid one semester of out of state.

Taxes, church membership, full time job, and a few other extraneous things. I was 25 and had sold shit in Memphis to move to Tuscaloosa. So, there's that.

I turned my info into the admissions office. I can see the layout in my mind but I can't tell you what building. The back side of Rose? I'm thinking I played a "card" that day and had Renee and her kid with me when I turned in the paperwork. I remember thinking about that...but she was still just a "afternoon delight" then.

I remember asking the guy about property. They had those real estate mags in the grocery stores...flipplin' through houses. I think. I've got that picture in my head. Me, talking to him, about where to buy. It may have been a copy of the "Crimson White* now that I think ...

I was making some stupid money with a 21 hour schedule. Stupid money.
 
I was making some stupid money with a 21 hour schedule. Stupid money.
Gotta laugh.

My office...on University, but the other side of McFarland. In a strip mall with a barber shop and a pay by the day employment place. Oh, a church.

About 2000 SQ ft...with my desk, a phone, a table for a fax machine. Oh, computer, sort of. It was about a mile from the duplex I ended up getting.

Man...SMH...
 
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