Broken Promises

You're not officially in Armenia until you come face to face with the snarling dragon called broken promise.  Sure, it's an elusive creature that seems completely invisible.  It doesn't make itself known until you're so sure it's not there, you've discounted the possibility and haven't given it a passing thought.  Your excitement towards something different, and the constant novel experiences at every turn prevent you from thinking about anything that may cause difficulty on your path.  Suddenly, broken promise thunders across the sky, making sure every living creature, from bear to insect is aware of its presence. 

My dragon was related to the officials at Yerevan State University.  Apparently, due to instructors and other administrative officials accepting bribes for grades, the staff at the university had a visit from Mr. Government.   What MG said was that unless major changes were in order, a lot of people's head would roll.  Because of this, all the administrative staff developed the power needed to summon broken promise.  They began to deal tentatively with my transfer situation and backpedaled their way over a cliff.  I was told that I could not enter Medical school as a transfer student in the second semester of the third level, as promised, but as a favor to me, would place me in September at the second level.  Basically, I've suddenly faced with 1 1/2 years of additional coursework that I've already completed.  I must now retake Chemistry and physics courses, amongst many others that I have no need for.  What's worse is that they make it seem like broken promise is a favor.

Although I should be incensed, I'm not frightened by this ugly dragon.  This is just a hurdle that was to be expected because this is Armenia.  It's not the contractually obligated United States and you can't take anybody's word, especially a government official's for anything nearing certainty.  Promises are easy to make, but breaking them is simpler than trying to uphold ones word. 

My journey into Medical school just got much more complicated, but I'll take a page from a certain local animal and do as they do.  When moufflon find a barrier in their infinite climbs up and down rugged mountains, they don't flinch for a second.  They always find a way to greener pastures and nothing, not even the climactic elements could keep them from their goal.  Like the mighty moufflon, I'll accept my current situation, and charge forward.  Greener pastures, one way or another...even if it takes a dragon slaying to accomplish.